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 Paraguay and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Aloha Tigers to the funk 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
cv313,
Roger Hodgson,
Main Source,
Guru Guru,
Crooked Eye,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Sherman,
Scan 7,
Adolescents,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pantytec,
Gang Gang Dance,
Johnny Clarke,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eric Dolphy,
The Electric Prunes,
the Swans,
Brothers Johnson,
Surgeon,
The Invisible,
Vainqueur,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Y Pants,
Soft Machine,
Sandy B,
AZ,
New York Dolls,
Boz Scaggs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Little Man,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Magma,
Scrapy,
The Sound,
Sugar Minott,
The Skatalites,
Isaac Hayes,
The Neon Judgement,
Darondo,
Connie Case,
Infiniti,
Swans,
Electric Prunes,
Von Mondo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bob Dylan,
Patti Smith,
Amon Düül,
Rapeman,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dead C,
Half Japanese,
The Fire Engines,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Leonard Cohen,
Joey Negro,
The Tremeloes,
Visage,
The Music Machine,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.