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 Israel and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Circle Jerks to the grime 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kurtis Blow,
Grey Daturas,
Minny Pops,
Deakin,
Mantronix,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eden Ahbez,
FM Einheit,
Danielle Patucci,
Excepter,
MC5,
Charles Mingus,
Bauhaus,
Monolake,
Joey Negro,
The Fortunes,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Womack,
The Buckinghams,
Pere Ubu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ronan,
Iggy Pop,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Stooges,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deadbeat,
Scott Walker,
The Tremeloes,
Chris Corsano,
This Heat,
Brass Construction,
The Divine Comedy,
The Young Rascals,
Tom Boy,
Tommy Roe,
Fugazi,
Mission of Burma,
The Wake,
Mark Hollis,
Camouflage,
The Evens,
The Modern Lovers,
Barry Ungar,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pantytec,
The Dirtbombs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Sheep,
Lee Hazlewood,
a-ha,
Howard Jones,
Half Japanese,
The Cure,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Los Fastidios,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.