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 Antigua and from Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 CMW to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
The Fugs,
Henry Cow,
Jerry's Kids,
Toni Rubio,
Iggy Pop,
La Düsseldorf,
Sound Behaviour,
AZ,
Little Man,
Tears for Fears,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bush Tetras,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roxy Music,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Smoke,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soulsonic Force,
Wire,
Girls At Our Best!,
Adolescents,
James White and The Blacks,
The J.B.'s,
The Modern Lovers,
Danielle Patucci,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ohio Players,
The Durutti Column,
Livin' Joy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joe Finger,
Duran Duran,
the Bar-Kays,
The Busters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Erykah Badu,
Derrick May,
The Cowsills,
Scientists,
Ludus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Connie Case,
Marmalade,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Martian,
Laurel Aitken,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
OOIOO,
Boogie Down Productions,
Patti Smith,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marc Almond,
The Buckinghams,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Associates,
Nick Fraelich,
The Techniques,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.