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 Sri Lanka and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alton Ellis,
Nico,
Supertramp,
Erykah Badu,
LL Cool J,
Negative Approach,
Tim Buckley,
FM Einheit,
The Gories,
Alphaville,
Agitation Free,
Massinfluence,
CMW,
Ornette Coleman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mission of Burma,
The Human League,
Crime,
Television,
Judy Mowatt,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barry Ungar,
Robert Hood,
The Flesh Eaters,
T. Rex,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crash Course in Science,
Minor Threat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Delon & Dalcan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mantronix,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Görl,
Gong,
Masters at Work,
Ossler,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soft Cell,
Pere Ubu,
Wings,
Scrapy,
R.M.O.,
Isaac Hayes,
the Swans,
Silicon Teens,
The Happenings,
The Seeds,
The Fuzztones,
Mark Hollis,
Freddie Wadling,
Blake Baxter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Archie Shepp,
Henry Cow,
The Real Kids,
Todd Terry,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.