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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
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 harpsichord 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Al Stewart,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Loose Ends,
Suicide,
Sparks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Funky Four + One,
Colin Newman,
The Toasters,
Theoretical Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Bananas,
The Cure,
Organ,
Steve Hackett,
Pierre Henry,
Byron Stingily,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stockholm Monsters,
Babytalk,
Thompson Twins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Freddie Wadling,
Fela Kuti,
Harry Pussy,
Angry Samoans,
Urselle,
Pulsallama,
Man Parrish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Modern Lovers,
Ludus,
Warren Ellis,
Ronnie Foster,
Moby Grape,
Parry Music,
Schoolly D,
Roy Ayers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gap Band,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Techniques,
Trumans Water,
The Index,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Television,
Brass Construction,
Gregory Isaacs,
KRS-One,
EPMD,
Camouflage,
Country Teasers,
Quadrant,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deakin,
Joyce Sims,
The Angels of Light,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.