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 Cape Verde and from Glasgow.
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 Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Donald Byrd to the electroclash 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Last Poets,
Metal Thangz,
June Days,
Thee Headcoats,
ABBA,
Minnie Riperton,
Jeff Mills,
Sandy B,
Nirvana,
Slick Rick,
Gong,
Little Man,
Gerry Rafferty,
Accadde A,
Youth Brigade,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Cale,
Subhumans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
X-102,
The Index,
Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Move,
Amon Düül,
Brothers Johnson,
The Walker Brothers,
Trumans Water,
Bob Dylan,
the Normal,
Severed Heads,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scientists,
Yellowson,
Donny Hathaway,
Harmonia,
Kenny Larkin,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gap Band,
the Human League,
DNA,
The Misunderstood,
Tres Demented,
Pylon,
Japan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Supertramp,
Fugazi,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lalo Schifrin,
Charles Mingus,
Fat Boys,
Heaven 17,
Wings,
Harry Pussy,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Reed,
The J.B.'s,
Quando Quango,
Circle Jerks,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.