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 Kenya and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Con Funk Shun to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. 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?
Can,
Shuggie Otis,
Wolf Eyes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dead C,
Symarip,
Blake Baxter,
Chris & Cosey,
Howard Jones,
Tubeway Army,
The Five Americans,
Jandek,
Panda Bear,
Little Man,
Girls At Our Best!,
This Heat,
Skaos,
David McCallum,
The Monochrome Set,
Hardrive,
Minor Threat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pierre Henry,
Duran Duran,
The Cramps,
H. Thieme,
The Moody Blues,
the Germs,
The Pop Group,
The Sonics,
Boz Scaggs,
kango's stein massive,
Half Japanese,
The Young Rascals,
John Foxx,
Goldenarms,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dorothy Ashby,
ABBA,
June of 44,
Cheater Slicks,
Pantaleimon,
The Fortunes,
Masters at Work,
Blossom Toes,
Jeff Lynne,
The Happenings,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Vainqueur,
The Wake,
Monolake,
Johnny Osbourne,
Freddie Wadling,
Bang On A Can,
Soft Cell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Techniques,
Roxy Music,
Iggy Pop,
Livin' Joy,
Toni Rubio,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.