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 Mozambique and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Foxx to the rock 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Byron Stingily,
The Skatalites,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aaron Thompson,
Lucky Dragons,
Barclay James Harvest,
Faust,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Henry Cow,
FM Einheit,
Icehouse,
John Foxx,
Slave,
The Barracudas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wings,
Davy DMX,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dave Gahan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Niagra,
The Slits,
Darondo,
Scratch Acid,
Steve Hackett,
Kas Product,
The Music Machine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Slackers,
Idris Muhammad,
Rod Modell,
Derrick May,
Organ,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Starr,
Das Ding,
Circle Jerks,
Minny Pops,
Scan 7,
The Gun Club,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hot Snakes,
Fatback Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Main Source,
Joey Negro,
David Bowie,
Nik Kershaw,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Lydon,
Amazonics,
the Soft Cell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Arcadia,
Lungfish,
Janne Schatter,
Gong,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.