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 Turkey and from Philadelphia.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the grime 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Isaac Hayes,
EPMD,
The Gun Club,
Sparks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Derrick May,
The Searchers,
Con Funk Shun,
The Red Krayola,
Archie Shepp,
Jawbox,
DJ Sneak,
Metal Thangz,
Nas,
Supertramp,
H. Thieme,
the Bar-Kays,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Walker Brothers,
Visage,
The Buckinghams,
June of 44,
Buzzcocks,
Pylon,
MC5,
The Happenings,
Bobby Byrd,
Theoretical Girls,
Brass Construction,
Magma,
The Saints,
Eurythmics,
Sun City Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeff Lynne,
Loose Ends,
The Velvet Underground,
The Kinks,
Young Marble Giants,
Von Mondo,
Pierre Henry,
Joy Division,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Symarip,
Nirvana,
Chris Corsano,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eve St. Jones,
ABBA,
Black Bananas,
Half Japanese,
the Normal,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Sheep,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.