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 Slovenia and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 June Days to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tubeway Army,
Monks,
Marvin Gaye,
Dave Gahan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Henry Cow,
UT,
The Cowsills,
Judy Mowatt,
Warsaw,
Matthew Halsall,
Rites of Spring,
Pylon,
Schoolly D,
The Seeds,
Loose Ends,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rakim,
Royal Trux,
Visage,
LL Cool J,
Barry Ungar,
Shuggie Otis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Misunderstood,
Roger Hodgson,
Spandau Ballet,
The Happenings,
Albert Ayler,
The Pretty Things,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Remains,
Deepchord,
ABBA,
The Moleskins,
Bill Wells,
Sun City Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Trumans Water,
Outsiders,
Slick Rick,
Danielle Patucci,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Real Kids,
E-Dancer,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mr. Review,
Vainqueur,
The Durutti Column,
The Invisible,
Eve St. Jones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scott Walker,
The Searchers,
John Lydon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Country Teasers,
Simply Red,
Josef K,
Silicon Teens,
Steve Hackett,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.