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 Lithuania and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 Deakin to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Mad Mike,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
10cc,
The Seeds,
Saccharine Trust,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Icehouse,
Royal Trux,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Motions,
Prince Buster,
Hasil Adkins,
Rotary Connection,
Morten Harket,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Neon Judgement,
Joe Finger,
Juan Atkins,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeff Mills,
Todd Terry,
Nirvana,
Dark Day,
The Last Poets,
Throbbing Gristle,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Pretty Things,
Howard Jones,
The Saints,
Dual Sessions,
Average White Band,
Marvin Gaye,
John Coltrane,
Sound Behaviour,
Girls At Our Best!,
Severed Heads,
Technova,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Swans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dave Gahan,
Los Fastidios,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sound,
Man Parrish,
The Techniques,
The Searchers,
The Remains,
Kaleidoscope,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Christie,
The Durutti Column,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.