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 Slovenia and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 The Wake to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Hot Snakes,
Sam Rivers,
The Invisible,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ituana,
The Black Dice,
Section 25,
Grandmaster Flash,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Slackers,
The American Breed,
Matthew Halsall,
The Pretty Things,
Minnie Riperton,
Roxy Music,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Bar-Kays,
F. McDonald,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter and Kerry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Young Marble Giants,
John Coltrane,
Q and Not U,
The Evens,
Reagan Youth,
Bush Tetras,
Excepter,
Can,
Joe Finger,
Harry Pussy,
Parry Music,
The Techniques,
Lungfish,
Model 500,
New Age Steppers,
Soft Cell,
Brick,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
UT,
the Human League,
Hashim,
Infiniti,
The Doors,
KRS-One,
The J.B.'s,
Joyce Sims,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New Order,
Duran Duran,
Toni Rubio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Livin' Joy,
Moby Grape,
Malaria!,
The Monks,
Shuggie Otis,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.