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 Jamaica and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 Parry Music to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Gang of Four,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeff Mills,
Brothers Johnson,
Althea and Donna,
The Invisible,
Harmonia,
The Music Machine,
Electric Prunes,
Make Up,
Lungfish,
Skriet,
Severed Heads,
Roxette,
Maleditus Sound,
K-Klass,
La Düsseldorf,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultravox,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dave Gahan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Offenders,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fluxion,
The Modern Lovers,
Deepchord,
Matthew Halsall,
Radio Birdman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aloha Tigers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric Copeland,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Procol Harum,
Tim Buckley,
Accadde A,
The Gories,
JFA,
Terrestrial Tones,
Public Enemy,
Porter Ricks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Symarip,
Y Pants,
Donny Hathaway,
ABBA,
Scan 7,
Chris & Cosey,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Moody Blues,
Television,
The Slits,
Al Stewart,
The Vogues,
The Five Americans,
Lakeside,
Toni Rubio,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.