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 Senegal and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 Roxy Music to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
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,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skaos,
Fad Gadget,
The Cramps,
Slave,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Christie,
EPMD,
Subhumans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Boogie Down Productions,
A Certain Ratio,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Dirtbombs,
the Swans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pharoah Sanders,
World's Most,
Magma,
David McCallum,
X-102,
Scientists,
Yusef Lateef,
June of 44,
Todd Rundgren,
Jacob Miller,
Sister Nancy,
The Angels of Light,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Janne Schatter,
Fear,
Sandy B,
Aaron Thompson,
The Moody Blues,
Sexual Harrassment,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Andrew Hill,
The Monochrome Set,
John Lydon,
James White and The Blacks,
Hardrive,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Golliwogs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Smiths,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joe Finger,
Lucky Dragons,
Cybotron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eddi Front,
One Last Wish,
Don Cherry,
Oneida,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soft Cell,
Smog,
Ultravox,
Surgeon,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.