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 Denmark 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 Sun City Girls to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
FM Einheit,
Pagans,
Organ,
Roxette,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Royal Trux,
Jandek,
DJ Sneak,
Ronan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
June Days,
Monks,
Avey Tare,
Kenny Larkin,
Gong,
DNA,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Birthday Party,
Johnny Clarke,
The Pretty Things,
The Smiths,
Interpol,
Don Cherry,
Pantytec,
Arab on Radar,
John Lydon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Con Funk Shun,
Stetsasonic,
Steve Hackett,
The Techniques,
E-Dancer,
Amon Düül II,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aloha Tigers,
Agitation Free,
Brothers Johnson,
Pole,
A Certain Ratio,
Sandy B,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vladislav Delay,
Soft Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Technova,
Main Source,
Alphaville,
Index,
Stockholm Monsters,
Severed Heads,
Mark Hollis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Arcadia,
Marc Almond,
CMW,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.