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 Italy and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Television Personalities to the electroclash 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Severed Heads,
Bootsy Collins,
New Order,
Liliput,
Slick Rick,
Lebanon Hanover,
Q and Not U,
The Real Kids,
Television,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scrapy,
The Pop Group,
The Alarm Clocks,
Radiopuhelimet,
DJ Sneak,
Accadde A,
Sällskapet,
The Gap Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Colin Newman,
Glenn Branca,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gladiators,
Yellowson,
Judy Mowatt,
Minutemen,
Television Personalities,
Anthony Braxton,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Intrusion,
Faraquet,
The Beau Brummels,
Lakeside,
Public Enemy,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Moon,
Stereo Dub,
CMW,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Derrick Morgan,
Technova,
Skriet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ohio Players,
Newcleus,
Animal Collective,
Blossom Toes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Motorama,
Brand Nubian,
James White and The Blacks,
The Slackers,
X-Ray Spex,
Joyce Sims,
Dual Sessions,
Kas Product,
Average White Band,
Von Mondo,
The Fire Engines,
Rakim,
the Normal,
Malaria!,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.