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 Namibia and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Zeros to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barrington Levy,
Amon Düül,
Roger Hodgson,
The Black Dice,
The Cowsills,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lalann,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Todd Rundgren,
The Seeds,
The Happenings,
Metal Thangz,
The Knickerbockers,
T. Rex,
Visage,
Oneida,
Alphaville,
Kas Product,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
X-102,
Mark Hollis,
Boredoms,
Jesper Dahlback,
Arthur Verocai,
Brass Construction,
David Bowie,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Popol Vuh,
Thompson Twins,
The Remains,
Niagra,
Morten Harket,
Minny Pops,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stiv Bators,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare,
Drive Like Jehu,
Can,
The J.B.'s,
Iggy Pop,
the Normal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Music Machine,
Bronski Beat,
Fela Kuti,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marine Girls,
The Barracudas,
The Busters,
Q and Not U,
Amazonics,
The Monks,
Little Man,
The Red Krayola,
Electric Prunes,
The Fugs,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.