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 Norway and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Tom Verlaine 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 New York Dolls to the rock 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Soft Machine,
Eurythmics,
Symarip,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Raincoats,
Mantronix,
Juan Atkins,
Faust,
Dead Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pere Ubu,
X-101,
Jawbox,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sound Behaviour,
Harry Pussy,
Maleditus Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
the Germs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arthur Verocai,
Faraquet,
Accadde A,
Matthew Bourne,
Godley & Creme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ten City,
Altered Images,
Yusef Lateef,
Desert Stars,
Robert Görl,
The Music Machine,
The Mummies,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fall,
Brass Construction,
Janne Schatter,
The Neon Judgement,
Audionom,
Carl Craig,
Lower 48,
Funkadelic,
Morten Harket,
Josef K,
Gabor Szabo,
The Count Five,
Boz Scaggs,
David McCallum,
The Fortunes,
Guru Guru,
T.S.O.L.,
The Searchers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Subhumans,
Cymande,
Robert Hood,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.