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 Turkey and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Invisible to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pet Shop Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
Visage,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gong,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
UT,
Organ,
Cheater Slicks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radio Birdman,
Qualms,
Nils Olav,
Rod Modell,
Kas Product,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Negative Approach,
Wally Richardson,
Buzzcocks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Clear Light,
Tropical Tobacco,
Porter Ricks,
the Human League,
Khruangbin,
The Seeds,
Soulsonic Force,
The Searchers,
Marine Girls,
Soft Cell,
Hot Snakes,
R.M.O.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roy Ayers,
Crash Course in Science,
David McCallum,
Absolute Body Control,
Moby Grape,
H. Thieme,
Jesper Dahlback,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ohio Players,
Cecil Taylor,
Magazine,
Lalo Schifrin,
B.T. Express,
Reagan Youth,
James White and The Blacks,
Massinfluence,
Grey Daturas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vladislav Delay,
The Vogues,
Howard Jones,
The Remains,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Sonics,
X-101,
U.S. Maple,
Groovy Waters,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.