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 Equatorial Guinea and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Skatalites to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Pet Shop Boys,
Schoolly D,
Ralphi Rosario,
Negative Approach,
Brothers Johnson,
The Red Krayola,
Kenny Larkin,
Whodini,
Laurel Aitken,
Flash Fearless,
K-Klass,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Chris & Cosey,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Saccharine Trust,
Bush Tetras,
Scott Walker,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Simply Red,
the Human League,
Gang Gang Dance,
Das Ding,
The Motions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Albert Ayler,
Avey Tare,
Smog,
DJ Sneak,
Rapeman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aaron Thompson,
The Monks,
The Vogues,
Arcadia,
Massinfluence,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang of Four,
Brick,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Evens,
The Music Machine,
The Wake,
Guru Guru,
Peter & Gordon,
Talk Talk,
Bauhaus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cramps,
The Mummies,
Pagans,
Bobby Sherman,
Archie Shepp,
Hardrive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Suburban Knight,
Ten City,
The Pretty Things,
The Victims,
Dennis Brown,
Newcleus,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.