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 Libya and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Moss Icon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Lungfish,
Mantronix,
Average White Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Tom Boy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Heaven 17,
E-Dancer,
Ohio Players,
Amazonics,
Television Personalities,
Roy Ayers,
The J.B.'s,
Sugar Minott,
The Gladiators,
Monolake,
Saccharine Trust,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crash Course in Science,
Angry Samoans,
Visage,
Sound Behaviour,
The Motions,
Massinfluence,
Kerri Chandler,
The Black Dice,
Cecil Taylor,
Hoover,
Easy Going,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sun Ra,
Janne Schatter,
Steve Hackett,
Tommy Roe,
Mo-Dettes,
Yaz,
Al Stewart,
Jeff Mills,
Bronski Beat,
The Pop Group,
Nas,
Monks,
Swell Maps,
Whodini,
Aural Exciters,
K-Klass,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Holt,
Jerry's Kids,
Drexciya,
Aswad,
The Doors,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gregory Isaacs,
Q and Not U,
Aloha Tigers,
Barbara Tucker,
Deakin,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.