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 Italy and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Symarip to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Porter Ricks,
UT,
DJ Style,
New Order,
Kayak,
Ten City,
Grauzone,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mantronix,
Girls At Our Best!,
Faust,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Moleskins,
Roger Hodgson,
The Pretty Things,
Mars,
Joey Negro,
Spoonie Gee,
Dennis Brown,
Amazonics,
The Knickerbockers,
Rites of Spring,
Aloha Tigers,
Pole,
Marvin Gaye,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Cale,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Slits,
Black Sheep,
Sugar Minott,
Ronan,
Country Teasers,
The Kinks,
Procol Harum,
Ossler,
Rotary Connection,
Schoolly D,
Black Pus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Motorama,
Joensuu 1685,
The Electric Prunes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Qualms,
Pere Ubu,
Mo-Dettes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jacob Miller,
Chris Corsano,
Masters at Work,
The Fire Engines,
Alice Coltrane,
Rosa Yemen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Essential Logic,
The Searchers,
Althea and Donna,
Scrapy,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.