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 Morocco and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Monks,
The Saints,
The Human League,
Eli Mardock,
Minutemen,
The Barracudas,
Boredoms,
Soft Machine,
Symarip,
Amazonics,
Sällskapet,
OOIOO,
the Swans,
H. Thieme,
Sun Ra,
Harmonia,
David Axelrod,
Big Daddy Kane,
Can,
the Association,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Move,
Roxy Music,
Gang Green,
Suicide,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Neon Judgement,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DNA,
The Victims,
Visage,
Ronnie Foster,
The Grass Roots,
Camouflage,
Organ,
Heaven 17,
Malaria!,
Magazine,
Alison Limerick,
Howard Jones,
The Index,
The Fugs,
Gabor Szabo,
Sister Nancy,
Country Teasers,
Saccharine Trust,
World's Most,
Cameo,
Black Sheep,
Mandrill,
Erasure,
Adolescents,
Wings,
Blancmange,
Roy Ayers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arthur Verocai,
The Blackbyrds,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.