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 the UAE and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Bush Tetras to the rap 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Scrapy,
Goldenarms,
ABC,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yellowson,
Lou Reed,
Moebius,
Connie Case,
Sällskapet,
The United States of America,
Erykah Badu,
The Vogues,
Aural Exciters,
Johnny Clarke,
Rufus Thomas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Basic Channel,
Tears for Fears,
The Zeros,
L. Decosne,
Japan,
D'Angelo,
DJ Style,
John Coltrane,
cv313,
Gerry Rafferty,
Toni Rubio,
Index,
Electric Prunes,
Blake Baxter,
Radiopuhelimet,
These Immortal Souls,
Nils Olav,
Wolf Eyes,
Roger Hodgson,
Barry Ungar,
Flipper,
Susan Cadogan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cramps,
Throbbing Gristle,
DNA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Niagra,
John Holt,
Marc Almond,
Lightning Bolt,
The Divine Comedy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Supertramp,
Icehouse,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Grass Roots,
Underground Resistance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minny Pops,
Jerry's Kids,
Section 25,
Con Funk Shun,
Joe Smooth,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.