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 Israel and from Columbus.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 A Certain Ratio to the rock 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
The Human League,
Boredoms,
Surgeon,
Groovy Waters,
The Names,
Brass Construction,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Moleskins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang Green,
Minnie Riperton,
The Grass Roots,
Ultimate Spinach,
Steve Hackett,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Bar-Kays,
Hot Snakes,
Joey Negro,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kevin Saunderson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kaleidoscope,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lightning Bolt,
Royal Trux,
Cluster,
Yaz,
New York Dolls,
Aaron Thompson,
Inner City,
Kas Product,
Maurizio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oblivians,
Rod Modell,
The Young Rascals,
The Moody Blues,
Dave Gahan,
This Heat,
Clear Light,
The Associates,
The Skatalites,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Faust,
The Evens,
Bizarre Inc.,
New Order,
Parry Music,
Jandek,
The American Breed,
kango's stein massive,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultra Naté,
Q and Not U,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Heaven 17,
The Beau Brummels,
Derrick May,
Interpol,
Ten City,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.