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 Singapore and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Erasure to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Youth Brigade,
Radio Birdman,
The Motions,
Maleditus Sound,
Sight & Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Real Kids,
Hasil Adkins,
Magazine,
Ornette Coleman,
The Happenings,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Althea and Donna,
JFA,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The New Christs,
DNA,
Mars,
The United States of America,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joyce Sims,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Slave,
Alison Limerick,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Human League,
Minnie Riperton,
Nik Kershaw,
Blake Baxter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Oblivians,
Quadrant,
Davy DMX,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grauzone,
Alphaville,
Newcleus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gong,
Skaos,
Agitation Free,
Amon Düül,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Blackbyrds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Görl,
Fluxion,
These Immortal Souls,
Fat Boys,
Derrick May,
Barrington Levy,
Model 500,
Hot Snakes,
Lalann,
Vainqueur,
The Smiths,
The Toasters,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.