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 Madagascar and from Bologna.
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 Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Germs to the crunk 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Slackers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grauzone,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Magma,
Television Personalities,
The Searchers,
Underground Resistance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Fania All-Stars,
Arthur Verocai,
The Names,
E-Dancer,
Man Parrish,
H. Thieme,
Dual Sessions,
Spoonie Gee,
Mantronix,
The Moody Blues,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
World's Most,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Byrd,
Hasil Adkins,
Iggy Pop,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Country Teasers,
The Cramps,
Cybotron,
Camberwell Now,
Radiohead,
Television,
K-Klass,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Cale,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yellowson,
Maurizio,
The Busters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Real Kids,
Mission of Burma,
10cc,
Ituana,
Isaac Hayes,
Echospace,
New Order,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Kinks,
The Barracudas,
the Human League,
The Remains,
Joy Division,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Icehouse,
Pantytec,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eurythmics,
Slick Rick,
Shoche,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.