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 Zambia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Fluxion to the grunge 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Outsiders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Metal Thangz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Youth Brigade,
PIL,
Radiohead,
Essential Logic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Idris Muhammad,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yaz,
Cameo,
Silicon Teens,
Jeff Mills,
Marine Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
Mad Mike,
Black Sheep,
Black Moon,
The Martian,
Excepter,
Rapeman,
Soulsonic Force,
kango's stein massive,
Make Up,
Ornette Coleman,
Soft Cell,
Rod Modell,
Television,
Flamin' Groovies,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chris & Cosey,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeff Lynne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Theoretical Girls,
The Wake,
Hardrive,
Electric Prunes,
The Motions,
Yusef Lateef,
Rakim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jandek,
The Durutti Column,
Alice Coltrane,
The Electric Prunes,
Isaac Hayes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Duran Duran,
Barry Ungar,
The American Breed,
Gichy Dan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Sherman,
Au Pairs,
Dual Sessions,
Derrick Morgan,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.