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 Micronesia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pet Shop Boys to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Freddie Wadling,
La Düsseldorf,
Kaleidoscope,
Chris Corsano,
Throbbing Gristle,
Arab on Radar,
Anakelly,
Grauzone,
Donald Byrd,
Sparks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Normal,
Rosa Yemen,
Make Up,
The Remains,
Byron Stingily,
Silicon Teens,
The Doobie Brothers,
Moby Grape,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deakin,
Joey Negro,
The Doors,
Sex Pistols,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Zeros,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Techniques,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nirvana,
Absolute Body Control,
Howard Jones,
Rotary Connection,
Suicide,
The Associates,
The Sound,
Hoover,
Scott Walker,
The Real Kids,
F. McDonald,
Black Flag,
Flipper,
Ten City,
Flash Fearless,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ken Boothe,
Quantec,
Brand Nubian,
DNA,
Ossler,
the Bar-Kays,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deepchord,
Hashim,
Terry Callier,
Kas Product,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.