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 Congo and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Joe Smooth to the techno 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sarah Menescal,
Al Stewart,
Surgeon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ice-T,
The Cowsills,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Glambeats Corp.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chris & Cosey,
Jacques Brel,
The Black Dice,
Nick Fraelich,
Ohio Players,
Mark Hollis,
Cymande,
Jeru the Damaja,
Suicide,
FM Einheit,
Qualms,
Wire,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Technova,
Bill Wells,
Symarip,
Minnie Riperton,
Mars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Shuggie Otis,
cv313,
Rites of Spring,
Tom Boy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Model 500,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Walker Brothers,
Urselle,
Suburban Knight,
Barbara Tucker,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Grass Roots,
Boredoms,
Pole,
The Saints,
Ultra Naté,
Loose Ends,
Steve Hackett,
A Certain Ratio,
The Motions,
The Evens,
Oneida,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cybotron,
Skaos,
Marc Almond,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.