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 Estonia and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scientists to the jazz 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Saccharine Trust,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rufus Thomas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sun City Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Second Layer,
Dead Boys,
The Real Kids,
The Knickerbockers,
Flash Fearless,
The Detroit Cobras,
Television,
Circle Jerks,
Animal Collective,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Parry Music,
Delta 5,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fear,
Trumans Water,
Camouflage,
Drive Like Jehu,
Spoonie Gee,
Motorama,
Pierre Henry,
Bush Tetras,
Angry Samoans,
Bill Near,
Soul II Soul,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Excepter,
The United States of America,
Gang of Four,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Masters at Work,
Anthony Braxton,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Music Machine,
Dual Sessions,
Freddie Wadling,
Crime,
The Pop Group,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Lindisfarne,
Maleditus Sound,
Joy Division,
Moby Grape,
Skarface,
The J.B.'s,
The Pretty Things,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.