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 Kazakhstan and from Philadelphia.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Bill Near to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
The Birthday Party,
Lightning Bolt,
Bob Dylan,
E-Dancer,
Kayak,
Eli Mardock,
The Music Machine,
La Düsseldorf,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hardrive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flash Fearless,
Erykah Badu,
Joensuu 1685,
Little Man,
Jacques Brel,
DJ Style,
Rakim,
The Walker Brothers,
Hashim,
The Divine Comedy,
Mandrill,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gap Band,
T. Rex,
Alice Coltrane,
The Searchers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
ABC,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Index,
Vladislav Delay,
Arcadia,
Donald Byrd,
The Misunderstood,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Organ,
David McCallum,
Sandy B,
Mantronix,
Pere Ubu,
Pulsallama,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nik Kershaw,
Glenn Branca,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tim Buckley,
Urselle,
Soft Machine,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Funkadelic,
Soft Cell,
The Gun Club,
Skriet,
The Associates,
Visage,
Parry Music,
Junior Murvin,
Country Teasers,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.