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 Cameroon and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the crunk 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Bootsy Collins,
Neu!,
Pulsallama,
Livin' Joy,
The Leaves,
Anthony Braxton,
The Selecter,
The Sonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rod Modell,
Infiniti,
New Order,
Donny Hathaway,
Davy DMX,
Rakim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Busters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Supertramp,
Motorama,
Rufus Thomas,
Visage,
Magma,
Angry Samoans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Todd Terry,
JFA,
Archie Shepp,
Radio Birdman,
Howard Jones,
Yaz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soft Cell,
Essential Logic,
The Gap Band,
Bad Manners,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Sheep,
Mantronix,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Skatalites,
the Sonics,
Harmonia,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Reuben Wilson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultra Naté,
Peter & Gordon,
Monks,
T. Rex,
Crime,
The Walker Brothers,
The Trojans,
Agitation Free,
Maurizio,
Amon Düül,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lower 48,
Darondo,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.