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 Rwanda and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Depeche Mode to the techno 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
The Music Machine,
Bootsy Collins,
Duran Duran,
Zapp,
Fear,
Barry Ungar,
The Mojo Men,
Rekid,
Cheater Slicks,
Darondo,
Rites of Spring,
Flamin' Groovies,
Anakelly,
The Moleskins,
Sällskapet,
John Cale,
Oneida,
Eric Copeland,
The Move,
the Germs,
Von Mondo,
Circle Jerks,
World's Most,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Motions,
Bill Near,
The Standells,
Popol Vuh,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Holt,
Sister Nancy,
Rakim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Modern Lovers,
Television,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Index,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bauhaus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Laurel Aitken,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Supertramp,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rosa Yemen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lightning Bolt,
Television Personalities,
Massinfluence,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Kinks,
Malaria!,
Piero Umiliani,
Franke,
The Cowsills,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.