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 Bahrain and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Moby Grape to the dance 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
The Electric Prunes,
Bill Near,
Ultravox,
Essential Logic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joe Smooth,
Little Man,
These Immortal Souls,
In Retrospect,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harry Pussy,
Ituana,
Bauhaus,
Liliput,
Kool Moe Dee,
Charles Mingus,
Camberwell Now,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Can,
Simply Red,
Janne Schatter,
Pere Ubu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Slackers,
Nirvana,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric Dolphy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Second Layer,
The Cosmic Jokers,
T. Rex,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brass Construction,
Warsaw,
Pantaleimon,
The Real Kids,
the Slits,
Marc Almond,
the Sonics,
The Grass Roots,
Kerri Chandler,
Todd Terry,
Derrick Morgan,
Sam Rivers,
Main Source,
Youth Brigade,
Donald Byrd,
Brand Nubian,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yaz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
K-Klass,
Cameo,
Masters at Work,
John Cale,
The Doors,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.