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 Tuvalu and from Copenhagen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Rekid to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Warren Ellis,
Patti Smith,
Chris & Cosey,
D'Angelo,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Sheep,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Moon,
Spoonie Gee,
Roy Ayers,
UT,
Sarah Menescal,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neu!,
The Cure,
Eden Ahbez,
Archie Shepp,
Anthony Braxton,
The Dirtbombs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Q and Not U,
The Fugs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fluxion,
Steve Hackett,
The Slackers,
The Blues Magoos,
Piero Umiliani,
Alphaville,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kevin Saunderson,
Swell Maps,
Reagan Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
The Motions,
Index,
Ornette Coleman,
Joe Finger,
Kayak,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pulsallama,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wasted Youth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lee Hazlewood,
In Retrospect,
The Divine Comedy,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Quadrant,
Oblivians,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bizarre Inc.,
Electric Prunes,
Bill Near,
Grauzone,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Leonard Cohen,
The Blackbyrds,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.