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 Sweden and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Grauzone to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DJ Style,
Von Mondo,
Robert Görl,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Sherman,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gap Band,
F. McDonald,
Unwound,
FM Einheit,
Quantec,
June Days,
New York Dolls,
Simply Red,
Rhythm & Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
Idris Muhammad,
Grauzone,
Massinfluence,
Ronan,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Bananas,
Darondo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lindisfarne,
Ultravox,
The Pop Group,
Qualms,
Marvin Gaye,
The Dave Clark Five,
James White and The Blacks,
Mandrill,
Jawbox,
Duran Duran,
Saccharine Trust,
Joey Negro,
The Leaves,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Albert Ayler,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joe Smooth,
the Human League,
The Seeds,
Maleditus Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Depeche Mode,
The Real Kids,
The Mojo Men,
Don Cherry,
The Evens,
Lou Christie,
Arthur Verocai,
Anthony Braxton,
The Victims,
48th St. Collective,
Colin Newman,
The Tremeloes,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.