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 Senegal and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Judy Mowatt to the techno 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Blancmange,
Soft Cell,
Sonic Youth,
Parry Music,
Chrome,
Nico,
Depeche Mode,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marine Girls,
Country Teasers,
The Searchers,
Henry Cow,
Crooked Eye,
New York Dolls,
Hardrive,
The Pretty Things,
UT,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fortunes,
Scion,
Barry Ungar,
The Tremeloes,
Peter and Kerry,
Roxy Music,
The J.B.'s,
Anakelly,
Donald Byrd,
Easy Going,
48th St. Collective,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cameo,
Minny Pops,
The Stooges,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Josef K,
Excepter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Freddie Wadling,
James White and The Blacks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Slackers,
Althea and Donna,
Von Mondo,
Trumans Water,
Radiopuhelimet,
The American Breed,
L. Decosne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Sherman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jacques Brel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wings,
Erasure,
Bronski Beat,
The Zeros,
Mr. Review,
The Beau Brummels,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.