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 Uganda and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Bang On A Can,
Desert Stars,
The Fall,
The Slackers,
Leonard Cohen,
Flamin' Groovies,
Idris Muhammad,
Von Mondo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Audionom,
the Association,
The Smoke,
Fluxion,
AZ,
Clear Light,
Gerry Rafferty,
Average White Band,
Sixth Finger,
Lalann,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cecil Taylor,
Kas Product,
Trumans Water,
Byron Stingily,
Sällskapet,
Bill Wells,
Hoover,
Albert Ayler,
Brass Construction,
Depeche Mode,
The Pop Group,
Lou Christie,
Eric B and Rakim,
Subhumans,
Con Funk Shun,
Erasure,
The Gap Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Intrusion,
Scrapy,
The J.B.'s,
Scott Walker,
Terrestrial Tones,
Angry Samoans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deakin,
World's Most,
Suicide,
10cc,
Prince Buster,
Mary Jane Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mummies,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
OOIOO,
Swell Maps,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.