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 Bhutan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Funkadelic to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tommy Roe,
The Music Machine,
Index,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Leaves,
Rapeman,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Q and Not U,
The Fortunes,
Wire,
Funkadelic,
Excepter,
The Alarm Clocks,
DJ Style,
The Wake,
Sun City Girls,
Grauzone,
Tears for Fears,
Bob Dylan,
Adolescents,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yazoo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joyce Sims,
Sparks,
Country Teasers,
Susan Cadogan,
Josef K,
Hoover,
K-Klass,
Yellowson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wolf Eyes,
Lungfish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sound,
Bauhaus,
Heaven 17,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultra Naté,
Clear Light,
Marvin Gaye,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Guru Guru,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cure,
Todd Rundgren,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mojo Men,
Aural Exciters,
Nils Olav,
The Dead C,
a-ha,
Archie Shepp,
Panda Bear,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.