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 Belgium and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Flipper to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Heaven 17,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Index,
Livin' Joy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Christie,
Absolute Body Control,
LL Cool J,
Pussy Galore,
Neu!,
Kerrie Biddell,
Electric Prunes,
Pole,
Desert Stars,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lebanon Hanover,
Public Image Ltd.,
Adolescents,
Alison Limerick,
Spoonie Gee,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lindisfarne,
Marine Girls,
Qualms,
Gang of Four,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Grass Roots,
Shoche,
Q65,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Piero Umiliani,
The Techniques,
Fat Boys,
The Music Machine,
Scott Walker,
The Remains,
Depeche Mode,
X-102,
Eli Mardock,
Pantytec,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Circle Jerks,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed,
Gichy Dan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Babytalk,
the Soft Cell,
Tom Boy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
La Düsseldorf,
Das Ding,
Cymande,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Offenders,
The Real Kids,
Accadde A,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.