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 Poland and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Peter & Gordon to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes 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 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?
Adolescents,
Dark Day,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Knickerbockers,
Barbara Tucker,
Tommy Roe,
a-ha,
The Mummies,
The Fortunes,
Maurizio,
Nils Olav,
Groovy Waters,
Zapp,
The Gun Club,
Gerry Rafferty,
Procol Harum,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Smoke,
Rufus Thomas,
Slave,
Khruangbin,
Gabor Szabo,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
The Slits,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Simply Red,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Y Pants,
Pulsallama,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Sherman,
Zero Boys,
Excepter,
Altered Images,
Iggy Pop,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
R.M.O.,
Sonic Youth,
Sixth Finger,
Alphaville,
Fad Gadget,
Dual Sessions,
The Velvet Underground,
DNA,
Massinfluence,
The Selecter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Byron Stingily,
Black Moon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wally Richardson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-102,
Ken Boothe,
Gastr Del Sol,
One Last Wish,
Wolf Eyes,
The Young Rascals,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.