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 Bulgaria and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ponytail to the punk 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stockholm Monsters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
The Fugs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nick Fraelich,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Soft Cell,
Severed Heads,
The Pop Group,
John Foxx,
Sparks,
Moss Icon,
Cybotron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wire,
Outsiders,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Royal Trux,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tim Buckley,
Procol Harum,
Tears for Fears,
Faust,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Visage,
Juan Atkins,
AZ,
E-Dancer,
Henry Cow,
Gang Gang Dance,
FM Einheit,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Liliput,
The J.B.'s,
The Vogues,
Au Pairs,
Scott Walker,
The Cure,
H. Thieme,
James White and The Blacks,
The Buckinghams,
Jeff Mills,
R.M.O.,
Alice Coltrane,
Tommy Roe,
Quando Quango,
Skaos,
Lungfish,
Tres Demented,
Black Flag,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
8 Eyed Spy,
Talk Talk,
Ponytail,
Derrick Morgan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Derrick May,
Fad Gadget,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.