Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Turkmenistan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Arthur Verocai,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minutemen,
The Durutti Column,
Faraquet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
R.M.O.,
The Pretty Things,
Camberwell Now,
Byron Stingily,
The Human League,
Sixth Finger,
Yellowson,
Arab on Radar,
James White and The Blacks,
Dual Sessions,
Marvin Gaye,
Man Eating Sloth,
DJ Style,
Piero Umiliani,
Absolute Body Control,
Procol Harum,
The Searchers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Amazonics,
Nirvana,
Hasil Adkins,
Yazoo,
Ronan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roger Hodgson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Easy Going,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Sherman,
Visage,
Danielle Patucci,
the Slits,
Bush Tetras,
Swans,
Patti Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rekid,
Circle Jerks,
Toni Rubio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moss Icon,
John Coltrane,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gladiators,
Lucky Dragons,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Moleskins,
Interpol,
Dark Day,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.