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 Germany and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Yazoo to the crunk 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crispian St. Peters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bang On A Can,
X-Ray Spex,
Nik Kershaw,
Simply Red,
U.S. Maple,
Al Stewart,
Cybotron,
Charles Mingus,
Scan 7,
Janne Schatter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Litter,
Japan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Lydon,
ABBA,
Animal Collective,
X-102,
Thompson Twins,
Tom Boy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Steve Hackett,
Tears for Fears,
Lebanon Hanover,
Depeche Mode,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Patti Smith,
Roxette,
Dark Day,
The Fuzztones,
Brand Nubian,
Wasted Youth,
Robert Hood,
Public Enemy,
kango's stein massive,
the Germs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Blackbyrds,
Magma,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Seeds,
Oneida,
The Barracudas,
The Count Five,
Outsiders,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eddi Front,
Altered Images,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camouflage,
Donny Hathaway,
Darondo,
Camberwell Now,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Wyatt,
ABC,
The Durutti Column,
Sun Ra,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.