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 United Kingdom and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Faust to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
The Vogues,
Jacob Miller,
the Slits,
The Sonics,
R.M.O.,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Christie,
Isaac Hayes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Duran Duran,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fugs,
Youth Brigade,
Can,
Prince Buster,
Oblivians,
Minor Threat,
Arcadia,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lalann,
Harry Pussy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Faraquet,
Rakim,
Dave Gahan,
Ludus,
Audionom,
Funkadelic,
Kenny Larkin,
Rufus Thomas,
Bill Near,
Bang On A Can,
Cameo,
Alison Limerick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tim Buckley,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Foxx,
Kerrie Biddell,
Slick Rick,
Freddie Wadling,
Scion,
Erykah Badu,
Camouflage,
Bob Dylan,
The Raincoats,
Simply Red,
Soulsonic Force,
Man Parrish,
Soft Cell,
Eric B and Rakim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Susan Cadogan,
The American Breed,
Skaos,
Fela Kuti,
David McCallum,
John Lydon,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.