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 Ukraine and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
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 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 Dorothy Ashby to the funk 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cybotron,
The Young Rascals,
Massinfluence,
Kerri Chandler,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mandrill,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ponytail,
Second Layer,
Pere Ubu,
Jacques Brel,
Blake Baxter,
Gichy Dan,
B.T. Express,
The Buckinghams,
Unwound,
Babytalk,
The Knickerbockers,
Pulsallama,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Monks,
Letta Mbulu,
Roxette,
Shoche,
Judy Mowatt,
Morten Harket,
Depeche Mode,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mr. Review,
Delon & Dalcan,
Zero Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fat Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Yellowson,
Deadbeat,
the Association,
Wire,
Brick,
The Raincoats,
Quando Quango,
Yazoo,
Loose Ends,
CMW,
The Gories,
Pharoah Sanders,
Model 500,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Smiths,
Godley & Creme,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Birthday Party,
Talk Talk,
Marc Almond,
Darondo,
Ken Boothe,
Tomorrow,
The Human League,
Deakin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.