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 Sri Lanka and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Amon Düül II to the rap 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yusef Lateef,
The Busters,
Japan,
Tim Buckley,
ABC,
In Retrospect,
Matthew Halsall,
Marshall Jefferson,
Neu!,
The Modern Lovers,
Jawbox,
Althea and Donna,
F. McDonald,
Icehouse,
Average White Band,
Motorama,
Cameo,
The Invisible,
Ponytail,
Bronski Beat,
Mission of Burma,
June of 44,
Pole,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
MC5,
Nas,
Magma,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Tremeloes,
The Toasters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Young Marble Giants,
Severed Heads,
Subhumans,
Unrelated Segments,
Letta Mbulu,
Eric Copeland,
Albert Ayler,
Andrew Hill,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rod Modell,
Alton Ellis,
Guru Guru,
Wolf Eyes,
Jacques Brel,
The Neon Judgement,
Whodini,
Chrome,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yellowson,
The Gap Band,
The Associates,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Germs,
Alphaville,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead 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.