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 South Africa and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Barrington Levy to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
The Leaves,
Boz Scaggs,
Bluetip,
Saccharine Trust,
Tomorrow,
Alphaville,
Fad Gadget,
Judy Mowatt,
Organ,
Arcadia,
Babytalk,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Popol Vuh,
Nik Kershaw,
Tres Demented,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Zeros,
Maleditus Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Faust,
The Pretty Things,
Suburban Knight,
Television Personalities,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Piero Umiliani,
Gregory Isaacs,
Das Ding,
Niagra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jimmy McGriff,
Anakelly,
The Durutti Column,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sarah Menescal,
Jerry's Kids,
Trumans Water,
The Last Poets,
Janne Schatter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Seeds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Matthew Halsall,
Porter Ricks,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Bananas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sandy B,
Cluster,
The Moody Blues,
The Red Krayola,
The Wake,
John Holt,
The Modern Lovers,
Spoonie Gee,
Talk Talk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jacob Miller,
The Slackers,
Adolescents,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.