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 Yemen 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Roxy Music to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
R.M.O.,
Jeff Mills,
Toni Rubio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Darondo,
Rufus Thomas,
Sarah Menescal,
Average White Band,
Television Personalities,
Scott Walker,
Hardrive,
Motorama,
the Bar-Kays,
Lebanon Hanover,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The J.B.'s,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nirvana,
Sun City Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter & Gordon,
F. McDonald,
Blancmange,
Simply Red,
Donald Byrd,
Tres Demented,
Vladislav Delay,
Slave,
Brothers Johnson,
Mo-Dettes,
Junior Murvin,
Graham Central Station,
Bill Wells,
Michelle Simonal,
Public Enemy,
Main Source,
Scientists,
Whodini,
The Selecter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Derrick May,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radiohead,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minny Pops,
Siglo XX,
Janne Schatter,
Don Cherry,
Quadrant,
Bootsy Collins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Chris & Cosey,
The Move,
Minnie Riperton,
Maleditus Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Todd Rundgren,
Procol Harum,
Alphaville,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.