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 Namibia and from Manila.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Germs to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Angry Samoans,
Whodini,
The Gladiators,
10cc,
Bobby Byrd,
Brass Construction,
Mary Jane Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
Barbara Tucker,
Sight & Sound,
The Seeds,
Moebius,
Accadde A,
Steve Hackett,
The Busters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang Green,
Sällskapet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aswad,
Funky Four + One,
Spoonie Gee,
The Remains,
Tears for Fears,
Bill Near,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marmalade,
Black Sheep,
Kayak,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lou Reed,
Pagans,
Todd Rundgren,
The Red Krayola,
The Durutti Column,
The Slits,
Amon Düül II,
Average White Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Andrew Hill,
The Sound,
The Music Machine,
The Five Americans,
Minor Threat,
Sarah Menescal,
Crooked Eye,
The Walker Brothers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Television Personalities,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eden Ahbez,
Aaron Thompson,
Chris & Cosey,
Gabor Szabo,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.