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 Tonga and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Chris Corsano to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fat Boys,
Warsaw,
Moby Grape,
Joe Smooth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Zeros,
David McCallum,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yellowson,
Television,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mr. Review,
Steve Hackett,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fall,
The Offenders,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grandmaster Flash,
JFA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dead Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Sheep,
Bizarre Inc.,
Guru Guru,
Unwound,
Fatback Band,
Q65,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Siglo XX,
Johnny Clarke,
The Real Kids,
Jeff Mills,
Nico,
Josef K,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dave Gahan,
The Standells,
Y Pants,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Chris & Cosey,
Juan Atkins,
Aaron Thompson,
Groovy Waters,
Joy Division,
Con Funk Shun,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lalo Schifrin,
Amon Düül,
Gang Starr,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ken Boothe,
Eric Dolphy,
Negative Approach,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Letta Mbulu,
The Wake,
Trumans Water,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.