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 Pakistan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 The Gladiators to the techno 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Deakin,
David Bowie,
Glambeats Corp.,
Make Up,
Marmalade,
Fela Kuti,
Dorothy Ashby,
Whodini,
Porter Ricks,
Maleditus Sound,
Hoover,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultravox,
Curtis Mayfield,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tom Boy,
The Zeros,
Derrick Morgan,
Kaleidoscope,
The Selecter,
The Red Krayola,
Pet Shop Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Leaves,
Desert Stars,
Ice-T,
The Smoke,
Zapp,
David McCallum,
Jacques Brel,
Schoolly D,
The Searchers,
Roy Ayers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jacob Miller,
Outsiders,
Heaven 17,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Womack,
Arab on Radar,
Panda Bear,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Derrick May,
the Soft Cell,
Cheater Slicks,
Qualms,
Johnny Clarke,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sparks,
The Dirtbombs,
Ten City,
Rhythm & Sound,
FM Einheit,
The Dead C,
Television Personalities,
Audionom,
Susan Cadogan,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.