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 Haiti and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wally Richardson to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Neil Young,
Icehouse,
World's Most,
Public Enemy,
Severed Heads,
Hashim,
Derrick Morgan,
Electric Prunes,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cowsills,
Amazonics,
The Moleskins,
The Saints,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kerri Chandler,
Mission of Burma,
T.S.O.L.,
Tommy Roe,
Joe Smooth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Khruangbin,
Roxy Music,
Lindisfarne,
The Kinks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lyres,
Toni Rubio,
the Association,
Infiniti,
Slave,
Donald Byrd,
The Red Krayola,
The Invisible,
Zero Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Malaria!,
The Tremeloes,
The Music Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camouflage,
Chris Corsano,
Minor Threat,
AZ,
Bauhaus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Loose Ends,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Todd Rundgren,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stetsasonic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Godley & Creme,
Cymande,
Man Parrish,
Susan Cadogan,
Easy Going,
Warsaw,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.