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 Haiti and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Mantronix to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Darondo,
Deakin,
Jacques Brel,
Can,
Basic Channel,
The Raincoats,
Reuben Wilson,
Faust,
The Searchers,
Y Pants,
Stiv Bators,
Livin' Joy,
Soulsonic Force,
Soul Sonic Force,
Howard Jones,
Dawn Penn,
Youth Brigade,
Andrew Hill,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sun City Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
10cc,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lalann,
Throbbing Gristle,
Terrestrial Tones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Adolescents,
Cluster,
The United States of America,
Chris Corsano,
Zapp,
The Detroit Cobras,
Matthew Bourne,
This Heat,
The Blues Magoos,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
CMW,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Royal Trux,
Gang Green,
Tres Demented,
The Grass Roots,
Electric Light Orchestra,
KRS-One,
Jacob Miller,
Nirvana,
Minny Pops,
Intrusion,
The Offenders,
David Axelrod,
Young Marble Giants,
Sarah Menescal,
Scion,
The Divine Comedy,
Peter and Kerry,
Supertramp,
Masters at Work,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.