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 Togo and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
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 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 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the dance 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Wings,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Green,
Rotary Connection,
Deepchord,
Country Joe & The Fish,
KRS-One,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Underground Resistance,
Visage,
Bluetip,
Matthew Halsall,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed,
48th St. Collective,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hot Snakes,
Rekid,
Jeff Lynne,
James White and The Blacks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Connie Case,
The Seeds,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cowsills,
Joe Finger,
The Fugs,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gladiators,
Wasted Youth,
Infiniti,
Camberwell Now,
PIL,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Christie,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DJ Sneak,
John Coltrane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fear,
The Mojo Men,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gichy Dan,
Gang of Four,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Shoche,
The Buckinghams,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Matthew Bourne,
Roy Ayers,
Yaz,
Theoretical Girls,
Hardrive,
Scott Walker,
Pulsallama,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Swans,
The Golliwogs,
Pantaleimon,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.