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 Mauritania and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pet Shop Boys to the rock 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Searchers,
Sister Nancy,
Minutemen,
Terry Callier,
X-101,
Amazonics,
Suicide,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moss Icon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wally Richardson,
Faraquet,
Arcadia,
Eddi Front,
Symarip,
The Moleskins,
Sugar Minott,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Drexciya,
Roxette,
Mission of Burma,
The Buckinghams,
Unrelated Segments,
The American Breed,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cymande,
The United States of America,
Bobby Sherman,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare,
Infiniti,
The Moody Blues,
Underground Resistance,
Outsiders,
Tommy Roe,
Lakeside,
Unwound,
LL Cool J,
Alphaville,
Matthew Bourne,
Ten City,
Sarah Menescal,
The Walker Brothers,
Althea and Donna,
Electric Prunes,
ABC,
Anakelly,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Durutti Column,
Von Mondo,
The Angels of Light,
Porter Ricks,
ABBA,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rotary Connection,
Echospace,
The Grass Roots,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Depeche Mode,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.