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 Oman and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Pere Ubu to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Nils Olav,
Tubeway Army,
The Blues Magoos,
Pulsallama,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Howard Jones,
Tropical Tobacco,
Monolake,
Buzzcocks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lower 48,
China Crisis,
John Holt,
Robert Hood,
Nick Fraelich,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Duran Duran,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Essential Logic,
The United States of America,
Skriet,
Ronan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New Order,
The Doors,
Bad Manners,
The Selecter,
Ronnie Foster,
The Golliwogs,
Barbara Tucker,
Pylon,
Blancmange,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Heaven 17,
Sixth Finger,
Minny Pops,
PIL,
Soulsonic Force,
Warsaw,
F. McDonald,
Joensuu 1685,
Arcadia,
Lindisfarne,
The Real Kids,
The Beau Brummels,
Yaz,
Alton Ellis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rapeman,
Scientists,
Wolf Eyes,
Metal Thangz,
Supertramp,
John Cale,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tom Boy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.