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 Comoros and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Skriet,
Warsaw,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Inner City,
Roger Hodgson,
Quantec,
Fear,
Dawn Penn,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soul II Soul,
E-Dancer,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
June of 44,
Rosa Yemen,
Al Stewart,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marvin Gaye,
The Slackers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barbara Tucker,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sällskapet,
UT,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Monks,
Pierre Henry,
Intrusion,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Soft Cell,
Brick,
the Normal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The New Christs,
Talk Talk,
The Mummies,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Germs,
Kas Product,
Jacques Brel,
The American Breed,
Soft Cell,
Organ,
H. Thieme,
James White and The Blacks,
Oneida,
Monks,
The Skatalites,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Popol Vuh,
Fluxion,
World's Most,
Agent Orange,
Severed Heads,
Sam Rivers,
Q and Not U,
X-101,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.