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 Benin and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Minor Threat,
Man Parrish,
The Victims,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chris Corsano,
Angry Samoans,
Darondo,
F. McDonald,
Harpers Bizarre,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Parry Music,
Brothers Johnson,
Soft Cell,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Agent Orange,
Can,
Rites of Spring,
Kurtis Blow,
Lindisfarne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alice Coltrane,
E-Dancer,
Rakim,
Neu!,
Gastr Del Sol,
EPMD,
The Gun Club,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
MDC,
Dark Day,
Deakin,
La Düsseldorf,
Grauzone,
a-ha,
Echospace,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Moon,
Icehouse,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ponytail,
Public Enemy,
Chris & Cosey,
ABC,
Symarip,
the Normal,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gap Band,
Sandy B,
The Misunderstood,
Jacob Miller,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Buckinghams,
48th St. Collective,
Howard Jones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.