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 Russia and from Milan.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Funkadelic to the funk 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Funkadelic,
Q and Not U,
Michelle Simonal,
Babytalk,
Amon Düül II,
Monolake,
Mr. Review,
Blake Baxter,
Bootsy Collins,
Howard Jones,
Sun Ra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Buckinghams,
Sarah Menescal,
Cybotron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Pus,
New York Dolls,
Television,
Roger Hodgson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joy Division,
Wally Richardson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barry Ungar,
Das Ding,
Y Pants,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roxy Music,
The Modern Lovers,
Intrusion,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marmalade,
Animal Collective,
Porter Ricks,
Von Mondo,
Blancmange,
Lungfish,
Hardrive,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moby Grape,
Alice Coltrane,
Cluster,
The Raincoats,
The Leaves,
Essential Logic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Moon,
Index,
The Angels of Light,
Albert Ayler,
The Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.