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 the UAE and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 ABC to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Joe Finger,
The Move,
Al Stewart,
AZ,
Liliput,
Niagra,
Iggy Pop,
Quadrant,
U.S. Maple,
Marc Almond,
Dennis Brown,
Fat Boys,
John Coltrane,
Rekid,
Anthony Braxton,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
MDC,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Television,
Amon Düül II,
Gang Green,
Tomorrow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Public Enemy,
Absolute Body Control,
Quantec,
Mission of Burma,
Shoche,
The Walker Brothers,
Judy Mowatt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Wake,
Black Moon,
Deadbeat,
Slick Rick,
Newcleus,
The Monochrome Set,
Accadde A,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gladiators,
Cameo,
The Star Department,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Boredoms,
The Electric Prunes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joy Division,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soft Machine,
The Gun Club,
Rod Modell,
Alice Coltrane,
One Last Wish,
Lindisfarne,
Kenny Larkin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Don Cherry,
This Heat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pantaleimon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fatback Band,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.