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 Zambia and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Dead Boys to the punk 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deakin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Angels of Light,
Bill Near,
Cal Tjader,
Metal Thangz,
Joe Smooth,
Barry Ungar,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fat Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Oblivians,
James White and The Blacks,
T.S.O.L.,
Harry Pussy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kenny Larkin,
Maurizio,
Arab on Radar,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Quadrant,
The Fortunes,
Scott Walker,
the Association,
The Dirtbombs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Roxette,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Remains,
The Flesh Eaters,
Leonard Cohen,
Mark Hollis,
Mantronix,
Sparks,
Deadbeat,
Barrington Levy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cheater Slicks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kayak,
Amon Düül II,
In Retrospect,
Archie Shepp,
Schoolly D,
Minutemen,
Sarah Menescal,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dawn Penn,
Pulsallama,
Los Fastidios,
Bronski Beat,
Dual Sessions,
The Misunderstood,
The Skatalites,
Brass Construction,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.