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 Vanuatu and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Theoretical Girls 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
The Fortunes,
Lower 48,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gladiators,
Boredoms,
Ten City,
Moby Grape,
Faust,
Masters at Work,
the Normal,
Eurythmics,
Piero Umiliani,
Blake Baxter,
Pere Ubu,
Barry Ungar,
Black Moon,
Average White Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Intrusion,
Frankie Knuckles,
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Wyatt,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tres Demented,
Mad Mike,
The Stooges,
cv313,
The American Breed,
The Human League,
Procol Harum,
Nirvana,
Skriet,
48th St. Collective,
Black Flag,
Connie Case,
John Foxx,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Flash Fearless,
Agitation Free,
Clear Light,
Thompson Twins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Popol Vuh,
The Moleskins,
The Golliwogs,
Underground Resistance,
Joyce Sims,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Josef K,
The New Christs,
Simply Red,
Gerry Rafferty,
Magma,
Sound Behaviour,
Yazoo,
EPMD,
Wally Richardson,
Radiohead,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.