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 China and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Television Personalities to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Mummies,
Lou Christie,
Deakin,
The Smiths,
Gichy Dan,
This Heat,
The Electric Prunes,
Amazonics,
cv313,
Joensuu 1685,
Blancmange,
Silicon Teens,
Camouflage,
Circle Jerks,
Dark Day,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Young Rascals,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Von Mondo,
Sarah Menescal,
The Techniques,
Mo-Dettes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cymande,
Pantaleimon,
Fugazi,
Young Marble Giants,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wasted Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pussy Galore,
Tom Boy,
Unwound,
Eden Ahbez,
Essential Logic,
Lucky Dragons,
Sällskapet,
The Move,
Moebius,
Black Moon,
The Saints,
the Sonics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rufus Thomas,
Lower 48,
UT,
Tim Buckley,
Boredoms,
Wire,
Morten Harket,
Brothers Johnson,
Drexciya,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barry Ungar,
The Skatalites,
Lyres,
Audionom,
Loose Ends,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.