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 Malta and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Visage to the techno 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Tubeway Army,
T. Rex,
The Cowsills,
Aswad,
Tommy Roe,
Black Sheep,
Flipper,
JFA,
Alton Ellis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Simply Red,
ABC,
The Moody Blues,
Ronnie Foster,
John Foxx,
Unwound,
Sällskapet,
Eurythmics,
Procol Harum,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Altered Images,
Make Up,
cv313,
Royal Trux,
Crispian St. Peters,
Letta Mbulu,
Motorama,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scientists,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Inner City,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Reed,
Avey Tare,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang of Four,
The Misunderstood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scion,
Buzzcocks,
The Fall,
Cymande,
Stiv Bators,
The Human League,
Los Fastidios,
Gong,
The Happenings,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
David McCallum,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barry Ungar,
Nirvana,
The Vogues,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Durutti Column,
Bang On A Can,
Clear Light,
UT,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.