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 Algeria and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
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 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 Ohio Players to the punk 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now 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?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Man Parrish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Glenn Branca,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joyce Sims,
Toni Rubio,
Kayak,
Newcleus,
Dark Day,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Au Pairs,
The Names,
Tears for Fears,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mark Hollis,
F. McDonald,
ABC,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Detroit Cobras,
A Certain Ratio,
The Walker Brothers,
The Monochrome Set,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeff Lynne,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Offenders,
Quantec,
Pere Ubu,
Kaleidoscope,
Drive Like Jehu,
Anthony Braxton,
Vainqueur,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
June of 44,
Neil Young,
The Red Krayola,
Bill Near,
DNA,
Lucky Dragons,
Con Funk Shun,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Symarip,
Roxette,
Y Pants,
Man Eating Sloth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pole,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lakeside,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scott Walker,
Tim Buckley,
Ludus,
Eric Dolphy,
Funky Four + One,
MDC,
The Index,
New Age Steppers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Sheep,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.