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 Zambia and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Spandau Ballet to the electroclash 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Five Americans,
The Techniques,
Skaos,
Gang Green,
Anakelly,
Lee Hazlewood,
Janne Schatter,
John Cale,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Derrick May,
The Leaves,
Black Sheep,
Bill Near,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joey Negro,
Angry Samoans,
Dennis Brown,
Thompson Twins,
Wasted Youth,
X-102,
Pere Ubu,
The Offenders,
Minnie Riperton,
The Blackbyrds,
Tom Boy,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Neon Judgement,
B.T. Express,
The Star Department,
Eli Mardock,
The Selecter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Skatalites,
The Sound,
Zapp,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Foxx,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stiv Bators,
Adolescents,
Franke,
Niagra,
Aswad,
Robert Görl,
Freddie Wadling,
The Remains,
Infiniti,
Glenn Branca,
Second Layer,
Grandmaster Flash,
cv313,
The Slackers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Oblivians,
Kayak,
Byron Stingily,
UT,
Yazoo,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.