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 Czech Republic and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television 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 Loose Ends to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Ultra Naté,
Carl Craig,
Brass Construction,
Delta 5,
Lyres,
Reagan Youth,
Al Stewart,
X-Ray Spex,
Alton Ellis,
E-Dancer,
Ash Ra Tempel,
T. Rex,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Adolescents,
Mo-Dettes,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ice-T,
Blancmange,
cv313,
Desert Stars,
Lakeside,
Crispian St. Peters,
Essential Logic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Outsiders,
OOIOO,
Circle Jerks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
China Crisis,
Gabor Szabo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Agitation Free,
Camouflage,
Juan Atkins,
ABBA,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Laurel Aitken,
Ludus,
Dark Day,
A Certain Ratio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
MDC,
Warren Ellis,
ABC,
The Alarm Clocks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rekid,
Roy Ayers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arcadia,
kango's stein massive,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.