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 Lithuania and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Human League to the techno 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Harmonia,
The Fugs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
X-101,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ituana,
Amon Düül,
Smog,
The Monochrome Set,
Circle Jerks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scott Walker,
Oblivians,
Barbara Tucker,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nas,
Flash Fearless,
Porter Ricks,
PIL,
The Divine Comedy,
David Axelrod,
Eve St. Jones,
Bluetip,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Suburban Knight,
Alice Coltrane,
Unwound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radio Birdman,
Tears for Fears,
Spoonie Gee,
John Coltrane,
Nirvana,
Slick Rick,
Warren Ellis,
kango's stein massive,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Moody Blues,
Organ,
Barclay James Harvest,
Spandau Ballet,
Crash Course in Science,
Fad Gadget,
Aloha Tigers,
The Monks,
Bootsy Collins,
Pere Ubu,
The Sonics,
Peter & Gordon,
Ossler,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Frankie Knuckles,
New Order,
Gang Starr,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Reagan Youth,
Skriet,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.