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 Barbados and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Metal Thangz to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet 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?
Robert Wyatt,
Leonard Cohen,
Agent Orange,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alice Coltrane,
Freddie Wadling,
Flipper,
Lindisfarne,
the Slits,
Groovy Waters,
EPMD,
Connie Case,
Qualms,
A Certain Ratio,
LL Cool J,
Cybotron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Babytalk,
Danielle Patucci,
The Smoke,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lee Hazlewood,
Drive Like Jehu,
Byron Stingily,
The Residents,
Sandy B,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roy Ayers,
Eurythmics,
Howard Jones,
Swell Maps,
Unrelated Segments,
Skaos,
Alphaville,
a-ha,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gun Club,
Bluetip,
Kenny Larkin,
Rotary Connection,
Charles Mingus,
X-101,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aaron Thompson,
This Heat,
Blake Baxter,
Roxy Music,
Hasil Adkins,
The Black Dice,
The Sonics,
Tomorrow,
The Monochrome Set,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
PIL,
The Moody Blues,
Terry Callier,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Animal Collective,
Barry Ungar,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nick Fraelich,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.