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 Zimbabwe and from Portland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the dance 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
The Residents,
Glenn Branca,
Michelle Simonal,
Mary Jane Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Angry Samoans,
The Fuzztones,
John Lydon,
Skaos,
Television,
Bootsy Collins,
Tears for Fears,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Monks,
CMW,
Crooked Eye,
Rod Modell,
Freddie Wadling,
The Shadows of Knight,
Byron Stingily,
Grauzone,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Monks,
Vainqueur,
Roy Ayers,
Nils Olav,
Sam Rivers,
Roxy Music,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Agitation Free,
Ludus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Heaven 17,
Subhumans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Index,
Organ,
David Bowie,
Yusef Lateef,
Scion,
Black Sheep,
Glambeats Corp.,
Don Cherry,
The Mummies,
Henry Cow,
Faust,
Technova,
Tim Buckley,
Cheater Slicks,
Brass Construction,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Christie,
Sly & The Family Stone,
ABBA,
Kenny Larkin,
The Tremeloes,
Joensuu 1685,
Ohio Players,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.