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 Turkey and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 The Music Machine to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lungfish,
Depeche Mode,
Marmalade,
Lou Christie,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Warsaw,
Barry Ungar,
Ronnie Foster,
Intrusion,
FM Einheit,
Duran Duran,
The Tremeloes,
Lalann,
Moebius,
Rotary Connection,
the Slits,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare,
Junior Murvin,
The Skatalites,
Scientists,
Cameo,
Joey Negro,
Panda Bear,
The Cure,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neu!,
Essential Logic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Archie Shepp,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alphaville,
The Smoke,
Juan Atkins,
kango's stein massive,
The Gladiators,
The Remains,
JFA,
Minor Threat,
Nik Kershaw,
Crime,
The Litter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Graham Central Station,
Pulsallama,
Scratch Acid,
The Flesh Eaters,
Model 500,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Slave,
Aural Exciters,
Roy Ayers,
Marc Almond,
Bronski Beat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Motorama,
Kurtis Blow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fuzztones,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.