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 Croatia and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Alphaville to the rap 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Faust,
Jacob Miller,
The Fugs,
Average White Band,
The Seeds,
Delon & Dalcan,
X-101,
Soulsonic Force,
The Divine Comedy,
Althea and Donna,
Bizarre Inc.,
Newcleus,
Skriet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Echospace,
Andrew Hill,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ludus,
Symarip,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Reed,
Alison Limerick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pussy Galore,
Soul II Soul,
Scion,
Delta 5,
Television Personalities,
Tommy Roe,
Chrome,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pagans,
Dual Sessions,
Blossom Toes,
48th St. Collective,
Mission of Burma,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fat Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Soft Cell,
Audionom,
Freddie Wadling,
John Lydon,
E-Dancer,
The Durutti Column,
UT,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mo-Dettes,
Dawn Penn,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Interpol,
R.M.O.,
Prince Buster,
The Associates,
Easy Going,
World's Most,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mark Hollis,
Nils Olav,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.