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 Bulgaria and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Mantronix to the grunge 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
The Real Kids,
The Seeds,
The Remains,
Simply Red,
Bush Tetras,
Banda Bassotti,
Donald Byrd,
Todd Terry,
X-Ray Spex,
Curtis Mayfield,
Porter Ricks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lalann,
Colin Newman,
Unrelated Segments,
LL Cool J,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wasted Youth,
Fad Gadget,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Dead C,
Infiniti,
the Human League,
FM Einheit,
MDC,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Duran Duran,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joensuu 1685,
Pere Ubu,
Make Up,
Hasil Adkins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bronski Beat,
Fat Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
Charles Mingus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
James White and The Blacks,
Boredoms,
John Coltrane,
Organ,
Bizarre Inc.,
Q and Not U,
Little Man,
Television,
Liliput,
Albert Ayler,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lungfish,
Hardrive,
Reuben Wilson,
The Knickerbockers,
Ken Boothe,
The Martian,
Al Stewart,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Red Krayola,
Soulsonic Force,
Trumans Water,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.