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 New Zealand and from London.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brothers Johnson,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Associates,
Slave,
Circle Jerks,
The Names,
Radiopuhelimet,
Glenn Branca,
Sam Rivers,
Sugar Minott,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blancmange,
Sister Nancy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Swell Maps,
Barclay James Harvest,
Livin' Joy,
The Sonics,
Unwound,
Mark Hollis,
Sight & Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Residents,
The Fire Engines,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
a-ha,
Al Stewart,
Scion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
8 Eyed Spy,
One Last Wish,
James White and The Blacks,
Ohio Players,
The Fortunes,
Country Teasers,
Saccharine Trust,
Byron Stingily,
Soul II Soul,
Black Pus,
Michelle Simonal,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rakim,
Porter Ricks,
Blossom Toes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Electric Prunes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mo-Dettes,
The Skatalites,
Cybotron,
Minutemen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arcadia,
Faust,
Public Enemy,
Urselle,
Yaz,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.