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 Cameroon and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 Spandau Ballet to the disco 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Tres Demented,
Jacob Miller,
Vladislav Delay,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brass Construction,
Marc Almond,
Judy Mowatt,
The Litter,
Crash Course in Science,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Five Americans,
Rosa Yemen,
Scan 7,
Matthew Bourne,
Roy Ayers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Radiopuhelimet,
Young Marble Giants,
Stiv Bators,
Mr. Review,
H. Thieme,
Kayak,
Pylon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Zero Boys,
Dark Day,
K-Klass,
The Trojans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Siglo XX,
Alphaville,
Average White Band,
X-102,
Quantec,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hasil Adkins,
Rotary Connection,
Bill Near,
Icehouse,
Delta 5,
Robert Görl,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Procol Harum,
Susan Cadogan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
MDC,
Kurtis Blow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Monks,
The Cramps,
Cluster,
The Standells,
Supertramp,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Whodini,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jacques Brel,
Pierre Henry,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.