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 Grenada and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 10cc to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
LL Cool J,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deadbeat,
June Days,
Siglo XX,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Saints,
Essential Logic,
The Mummies,
Icehouse,
D'Angelo,
Bootsy Collins,
Max Romeo,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun Ra,
The Barracudas,
DJ Style,
Pole,
48th St. Collective,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
PIL,
Sarah Menescal,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Move,
Blake Baxter,
Erasure,
Fatback Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Barry Ungar,
Bad Manners,
Ronnie Foster,
Little Man,
Prince Buster,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cure,
Quantec,
Moby Grape,
Dark Day,
The Human League,
The Neon Judgement,
Sällskapet,
Grandmaster Flash,
David Axelrod,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
World's Most,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Slick Rick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New York Dolls,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tommy Roe,
The Gun Club,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.