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 Barbados and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 Brothers Johnson to the electroclash 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Archie Shepp,
Ronnie Foster,
Connie Case,
The Shadows of Knight,
DNA,
Funkadelic,
Morten Harket,
Das Ding,
DJ Style,
Mark Hollis,
Eli Mardock,
Electric Prunes,
Laurel Aitken,
Bob Dylan,
T. Rex,
Wasted Youth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultravox,
Chrome,
Ludus,
Black Moon,
The Move,
Pulsallama,
The Names,
Bad Manners,
The Doobie Brothers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Human League,
Tropical Tobacco,
Altered Images,
Danielle Patucci,
The Monochrome Set,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
MC5,
Dave Gahan,
Don Cherry,
Supertramp,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Raincoats,
Eddi Front,
CMW,
Jandek,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
E-Dancer,
John Foxx,
Visage,
Ultra Naté,
The Flesh Eaters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eurythmics,
Lakeside,
Boz Scaggs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Subhumans,
Brick,
Black Bananas,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.