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 Grenada 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 The Pop Group to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Flamin' Groovies,
Slick Rick,
Morten Harket,
The Divine Comedy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radiohead,
The Blackbyrds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gories,
Grauzone,
Terry Callier,
Arthur Verocai,
The Smiths,
Man Eating Sloth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott Heron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Knickerbockers,
Funkadelic,
Bad Manners,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Invisible,
Pharoah Sanders,
Chris Corsano,
Harmonia,
Oneida,
X-Ray Spex,
Marcia Griffiths,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Howard Jones,
U.S. Maple,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stiv Bators,
Archie Shepp,
Althea and Donna,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roxette,
Stockholm Monsters,
Godley & Creme,
Barrington Levy,
Nik Kershaw,
These Immortal Souls,
D'Angelo,
The Leaves,
Jandek,
The Fugs,
The Pop Group,
Oblivians,
Nils Olav,
The Monks,
Main Source,
Todd Rundgren,
Sparks,
Brothers Johnson,
Sun City Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
Yusef Lateef,
The Angels of Light,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.