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 Guatemala and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the dance 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Graham Central Station,
The Count Five,
Tears for Fears,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sällskapet,
Theoretical Girls,
Funkadelic,
Make Up,
James White and The Blacks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hot Snakes,
cv313,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Harmonia,
Jandek,
New York Dolls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kenny Larkin,
Masters at Work,
Skarface,
The Black Dice,
Brick,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Durutti Column,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Con Funk Shun,
Grauzone,
Rites of Spring,
Motorama,
Parry Music,
Alice Coltrane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Quadrant,
This Heat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Skaos,
Aural Exciters,
Rod Modell,
Minnie Riperton,
Unrelated Segments,
Joyce Sims,
Blossom Toes,
Michelle Simonal,
Public Enemy,
L. Decosne,
The Litter,
Television Personalities,
Lightning Bolt,
Iggy Pop,
Blancmange,
The Monks,
The Real Kids,
Spoonie Gee,
Chrome,
Jerry's Kids,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.