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 Mali and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 John Foxx to the rap 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Infiniti,
Subhumans,
Joyce Sims,
Byron Stingily,
Ponytail,
Leonard Cohen,
Eric Dolphy,
Sound Behaviour,
Skarface,
Hardrive,
Spoonie Gee,
Section 25,
Tom Boy,
Eric Copeland,
The Toasters,
Tomorrow,
Soft Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fugs,
Derrick May,
Hasil Adkins,
Stiv Bators,
Circle Jerks,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fall,
10cc,
Gong,
Audionom,
Ten City,
Panda Bear,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Christie,
The Dave Clark Five,
Liliput,
CMW,
Nick Fraelich,
Kayak,
Pantytec,
The Cure,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dual Sessions,
In Retrospect,
Yellowson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Franke,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jesper Dahlback,
K-Klass,
the Bar-Kays,
Isaac Hayes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cheater Slicks,
Drive Like Jehu,
AZ,
La Düsseldorf,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.