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 Comoros and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 The Blackbyrds to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Circle Jerks,
DNA,
Zero Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
Tom Boy,
Barbara Tucker,
Skarface,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mojo Men,
Stiv Bators,
Heaven 17,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Section 25,
Nils Olav,
48th St. Collective,
John Cale,
Saccharine Trust,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
H. Thieme,
Byron Stingily,
the Slits,
Angry Samoans,
The Associates,
Spandau Ballet,
Letta Mbulu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Flag,
Aural Exciters,
Babytalk,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wings,
Eric Copeland,
The Wake,
Can,
Symarip,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Warsaw,
The Searchers,
Maleditus Sound,
Radio Birdman,
E-Dancer,
Talk Talk,
Robert Görl,
Yazoo,
In Retrospect,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Magma,
The Gories,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tommy Roe,
Khruangbin,
Moebius,
Pantaleimon,
Althea and Donna,
Q and Not U,
Lucky Dragons,
X-102,
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.