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 Belarus and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Agent Orange to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alphaville,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bluetip,
EPMD,
La Düsseldorf,
Hasil Adkins,
Rotary Connection,
The Moleskins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Erasure,
OOIOO,
Radiohead,
Reuben Wilson,
Swans,
Monolake,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Adolescents,
Au Pairs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The New Christs,
Nico,
Funkadelic,
The Young Rascals,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Monks,
Brothers Johnson,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Invisible,
Patti Smith,
Japan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Byrd,
The Last Poets,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jeff Mills,
Joey Negro,
Barry Ungar,
Supertramp,
Suicide,
The Golliwogs,
The Saints,
Panda Bear,
The Gap Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
The Moody Blues,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yellowson,
Pole,
The Kinks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Associates,
Silicon Teens,
Surgeon,
Altered Images,
Deadbeat,
Moebius,
The Black Dice,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Misunderstood,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.