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 Chile and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 John Foxx to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
the Human League,
The Mojo Men,
Sparks,
Ponytail,
Michelle Simonal,
T. Rex,
Royal Trux,
Jawbox,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dual Sessions,
One Last Wish,
a-ha,
David McCallum,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Moebius,
New York Dolls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Surgeon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kas Product,
Barbara Tucker,
Quando Quango,
Ossler,
Aswad,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultra Naté,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eden Ahbez,
Arab on Radar,
MDC,
Sister Nancy,
Nik Kershaw,
Warsaw,
Joensuu 1685,
Parry Music,
Gabor Szabo,
Thompson Twins,
Crash Course in Science,
Skriet,
Hot Snakes,
Nirvana,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Popol Vuh,
Susan Cadogan,
The Litter,
KRS-One,
Can,
Alphaville,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soft Cell,
H. Thieme,
The Moody Blues,
Altered Images,
Camberwell Now,
Motorama,
The Doors,
Lucky Dragons,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.