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 Niger and from London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the funk 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Anthony Braxton,
The Count Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeff Lynne,
Kayak,
Y Pants,
Make Up,
Reagan Youth,
Camberwell Now,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Isaac Hayes,
Tim Buckley,
The Doors,
Pylon,
Moebius,
Alton Ellis,
Lungfish,
Gabor Szabo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Metal Thangz,
The Zeros,
Charles Mingus,
Jacques Brel,
Joy Division,
The Tremeloes,
Scan 7,
Can,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mr. Review,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lindisfarne,
The Victims,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terrestrial Tones,
Supertramp,
Barbara Tucker,
Young Marble Giants,
Reuben Wilson,
Skriet,
Unrelated Segments,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cybotron,
Nico,
It's A Beautiful Day,
La Düsseldorf,
Letta Mbulu,
John Foxx,
Hoover,
EPMD,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Banda Bassotti,
the Normal,
Scratch Acid,
Easy Going,
Ituana,
The Gladiators,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.