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 Angola and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Goldenarms to the rap 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Soft Cell,
Mission of Burma,
Scan 7,
Gong,
The Cramps,
Sugar Minott,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skriet,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Leaves,
The Names,
Bill Near,
The Monks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marvin Gaye,
June Days,
The Fortunes,
Lyres,
Minnie Riperton,
The Residents,
The Last Poets,
Black Flag,
Television,
John Lydon,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Sheep,
OOIOO,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Spoonie Gee,
Skaos,
Fela Kuti,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Urselle,
Arab on Radar,
LL Cool J,
Mars,
The Count Five,
John Cale,
Ken Boothe,
X-101,
Saccharine Trust,
The Young Rascals,
Eddi Front,
Faraquet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cowsills,
The Toasters,
Flipper,
Tim Buckley,
Steve Hackett,
The Buckinghams,
These Immortal Souls,
Bad Manners,
Bob Dylan,
Skarface,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alice Coltrane,
Oblivians,
Yazoo,
Duran Duran,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.