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 Fiji and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the dance 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Judy Mowatt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
K-Klass,
Pantaleimon,
Blancmange,
Flash Fearless,
Skarface,
Harmonia,
Yaz,
Subhumans,
Dark Day,
Reuben Wilson,
The Smoke,
The Evens,
Fad Gadget,
the Human League,
Roy Ayers,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Happenings,
Rufus Thomas,
Sparks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radiohead,
The J.B.'s,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nico,
Scion,
Monolake,
Eurythmics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bronski Beat,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sun Ra,
the Association,
Quando Quango,
Ultravox,
Lebanon Hanover,
Morten Harket,
Interpol,
Con Funk Shun,
Aural Exciters,
The Human League,
Blake Baxter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Au Pairs,
Ultra Naté,
Brothers Johnson,
Spoonie Gee,
Dave Gahan,
Boz Scaggs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Selecter,
Bill Wells,
Cluster,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oneida,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Red Krayola,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Hood,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.