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 Oman and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Alice Coltrane to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Derrick May,
Rites of Spring,
Man Parrish,
Wasted Youth,
The Toasters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Todd Rundgren,
These Immortal Souls,
Barrington Levy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deepchord,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ohio Players,
Public Image Ltd.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Residents,
The Busters,
Dark Day,
Bobby Byrd,
Goldenarms,
The Moleskins,
The Gun Club,
Neil Young,
Duran Duran,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Angry Samoans,
Joy Division,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Severed Heads,
Minny Pops,
PIL,
Brand Nubian,
Franke,
Smog,
The Walker Brothers,
The Golliwogs,
Pussy Galore,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lightning Bolt,
Marc Almond,
Alison Limerick,
Cameo,
The Dead C,
Lindisfarne,
Hoover,
Carl Craig,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
World's Most,
Sparks,
Buzzcocks,
Swell Maps,
Ultimate Spinach,
Guru Guru,
cv313,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stetsasonic,
Scratch Acid,
kango's stein massive,
David McCallum,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.