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 Argentina and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dark Day to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crispy Ambulance,
Oneida,
Pantaleimon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mummies,
Deadbeat,
Aloha Tigers,
New Age Steppers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Whodini,
Basic Channel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Motions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kurtis Blow,
Bluetip,
Lungfish,
The Gap Band,
Sparks,
The Fuzztones,
Icehouse,
Bush Tetras,
Glambeats Corp.,
Depeche Mode,
Barbara Tucker,
Country Teasers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Skriet,
ABC,
Echospace,
Lyres,
Idris Muhammad,
The Misunderstood,
Skaos,
The Names,
Radiopuhelimet,
David McCallum,
Arab on Radar,
Junior Murvin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
ABBA,
Tears for Fears,
X-101,
Hardrive,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kaleidoscope,
Harry Pussy,
Moebius,
Boredoms,
Black Bananas,
The Index,
Morten Harket,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
June Days,
Angry Samoans,
Chris & Cosey,
Motorama,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.