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 Grenada and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Barracudas,
Roy Ayers,
Brass Construction,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jawbox,
The Leaves,
Dead Boys,
Popol Vuh,
Kerrie Biddell,
Das Ding,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DJ Sneak,
Faust,
Michelle Simonal,
Funky Four + One,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dave Gahan,
Robert Wyatt,
Davy DMX,
Monolake,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed,
Chrome,
Ponytail,
New Order,
Talk Talk,
Matthew Halsall,
Model 500,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rufus Thomas,
Jerry's Kids,
The Saints,
Harmonia,
Sonny Sharrock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Arthur Verocai,
The Walker Brothers,
CMW,
The Fugs,
Laurel Aitken,
Prince Buster,
Depeche Mode,
The Pretty Things,
The Remains,
The Star Department,
a-ha,
Mark Hollis,
Surgeon,
Symarip,
The Tremeloes,
Fat Boys,
The Motions,
ABC,
Pole,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rod Modell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Johnny Clarke,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.