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 Madagascar and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 Funky Four + One to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Groovy Waters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cymande,
Kevin Saunderson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rufus Thomas,
Delta 5,
The Birthday Party,
The Fall,
the Slits,
Alice Coltrane,
DJ Style,
Joyce Sims,
John Foxx,
Youth Brigade,
Flash Fearless,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rotary Connection,
Rapeman,
Kaleidoscope,
Gastr Del Sol,
Chris Corsano,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cure,
Inner City,
Zapp,
Blossom Toes,
Marvin Gaye,
Soft Cell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Byron Stingily,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Icehouse,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
MDC,
The Litter,
Anakelly,
OOIOO,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Loose Ends,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Delon & Dalcan,
Quantec,
Sun Ra,
Fat Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Albert Ayler,
Audionom,
Neu!,
LL Cool J,
Agent Orange,
Circle Jerks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.