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 Lithuania and from Bremen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 World's Most to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Sister Nancy,
Skaos,
The Neon Judgement,
Qualms,
The Birthday Party,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roxette,
John Foxx,
Deakin,
Von Mondo,
Fear,
The Last Poets,
Panda Bear,
Faraquet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mars,
Minor Threat,
Yusef Lateef,
Curtis Mayfield,
Quadrant,
The Knickerbockers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wasted Youth,
Organ,
Graham Central Station,
Sun Ra,
Easy Going,
Television Personalities,
The Names,
Freddie Wadling,
Gichy Dan,
T. Rex,
Moebius,
The Fuzztones,
Black Moon,
Archie Shepp,
The Dead C,
The Evens,
Kerri Chandler,
The J.B.'s,
a-ha,
OOIOO,
T.S.O.L.,
Funkadelic,
Harmonia,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joe Finger,
Ultra Naté,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Blake Baxter,
Marmalade,
Roxy Music,
Warsaw,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Invisible,
Boz Scaggs,
Ituana,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.