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 Nicaragua and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the electroclash 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Black Flag,
Theoretical Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Mad Mike,
Oblivians,
Desert Stars,
Nico,
Sarah Menescal,
Wally Richardson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Martian,
The Star Department,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ludus,
Black Bananas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Interpol,
The Remains,
Agitation Free,
Dave Gahan,
The Birthday Party,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Human League,
New York Dolls,
Mandrill,
Stockholm Monsters,
Juan Atkins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moby Grape,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fad Gadget,
Sun City Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Man Eating Sloth,
AZ,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DNA,
The Monks,
Rites of Spring,
Dark Day,
Eli Mardock,
Morten Harket,
Metal Thangz,
Mars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deakin,
Nirvana,
Jawbox,
Pharoah Sanders,
Los Fastidios,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Moon,
The Associates,
Lightning Bolt,
Henry Cow,
Oneida,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eddi Front,
Vladislav Delay,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.