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 Brazil and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Mo-Dettes to the grunge 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
The Seeds,
The Gun Club,
Yaz,
The Happenings,
Outsiders,
Radio Birdman,
The Moody Blues,
Livin' Joy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
CMW,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Banda Bassotti,
Bad Manners,
a-ha,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Trojans,
Television,
The Fuzztones,
The Zeros,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Toasters,
Mission of Burma,
Connie Case,
The Neon Judgement,
Minutemen,
Malaria!,
Girls At Our Best!,
ABC,
Carl Craig,
Newcleus,
Joensuu 1685,
Oneida,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pere Ubu,
New York Dolls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sonny Sharrock,
DNA,
The Fire Engines,
Mr. Review,
The Residents,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alice Coltrane,
Boz Scaggs,
Duran Duran,
Gregory Isaacs,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Isaac Hayes,
Ronnie Foster,
Brand Nubian,
D'Angelo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Henry Cow,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.