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 Monaco and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gang Starr to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Leonard Cohen,
Amon Düül II,
Babytalk,
Quando Quango,
The Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sällskapet,
Cymande,
The Star Department,
Scott Walker,
Wolf Eyes,
Country Teasers,
The Mummies,
Lou Reed,
Kerri Chandler,
The Real Kids,
Qualms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Green,
Mad Mike,
Pantytec,
The Music Machine,
Marmalade,
R.M.O.,
Graham Central Station,
Sandy B,
Siglo XX,
Q and Not U,
Shoche,
Barry Ungar,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Moby Grape,
Judy Mowatt,
Oblivians,
Rekid,
Jesper Dahlback,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Danielle Patucci,
Sex Pistols,
Bob Dylan,
Faust,
Cheater Slicks,
PIL,
The Fall,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
H. Thieme,
Pylon,
The J.B.'s,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tears for Fears,
Scion,
Jandek,
Slick Rick,
Nico,
Buzzcocks,
Japan,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.