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 United Kingdom and from Beijing.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kerrie Biddell to the grunge 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
JFA,
Alphaville,
Eden Ahbez,
Rosa Yemen,
One Last Wish,
Eric Copeland,
The Selecter,
Boredoms,
Lower 48,
X-101,
Sarah Menescal,
Television Personalities,
Brand Nubian,
Guru Guru,
LL Cool J,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Vladislav Delay,
Yaz,
Wolf Eyes,
Jerry's Kids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eurythmics,
Reuben Wilson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang Green,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tropical Tobacco,
Liliput,
Cameo,
Heaven 17,
Ultra Naté,
New Age Steppers,
Joensuu 1685,
Soft Cell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rakim,
Skaos,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pylon,
Laurel Aitken,
The Young Rascals,
Stereo Dub,
The Raincoats,
Ponytail,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Can,
Eric B and Rakim,
Simply Red,
Altered Images,
Pet Shop Boys,
Todd Terry,
Hoover,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Siglo XX,
Joyce Sims,
June of 44,
The Evens,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.