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 Kuwait and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Colin Newman to the punk 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Bob Dylan,
Joey Negro,
Moebius,
A Certain Ratio,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moby Grape,
Can,
Tears for Fears,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lower 48,
Kevin Saunderson,
Juan Atkins,
Erasure,
Visage,
the Association,
Brass Construction,
Sun City Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cybotron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultra Naté,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mars,
DJ Sneak,
Alison Limerick,
Television Personalities,
Alton Ellis,
Radiohead,
Scrapy,
China Crisis,
Loose Ends,
Franke,
Pierre Henry,
Faraquet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aural Exciters,
Unrelated Segments,
Pantytec,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pagans,
Agent Orange,
Derrick Morgan,
the Slits,
Black Moon,
New York Dolls,
Bill Wells,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bootsy Collins,
The Skatalites,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minor Threat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Amon Düül II,
Pussy Galore,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gories,
Saccharine Trust,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.