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 Latvia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 the Soft Cell to the disco 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Slick Rick,
Gerry Rafferty,
Massinfluence,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Techniques,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Pretty Things,
Rotary Connection,
Pussy Galore,
Marine Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Jandek,
John Coltrane,
Josef K,
In Retrospect,
The Martian,
Harmonia,
Youth Brigade,
R.M.O.,
Darondo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Raincoats,
Fad Gadget,
Section 25,
Electric Prunes,
The Beau Brummels,
Quantec,
Hasil Adkins,
Arcadia,
Moby Grape,
Warsaw,
Organ,
Roxy Music,
Iggy Pop,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alice Coltrane,
Bill Near,
B.T. Express,
Sandy B,
Dennis Brown,
The Cramps,
DJ Sneak,
Glenn Branca,
The Dead C,
Loose Ends,
Amazonics,
Bobby Byrd,
the Germs,
Sister Nancy,
Cameo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Reuben Wilson,
The J.B.'s,
Henry Cow,
The Names,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.