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 Jordan and from Glasgow.
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 Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Bad Manners,
Los Fastidios,
Little Man,
Lyres,
Sam Rivers,
Wings,
Make Up,
The Tremeloes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Velvet Underground,
Maurizio,
Alton Ellis,
Terry Callier,
Excepter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chris Corsano,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Invisible,
Fear,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Leonard Cohen,
The Vogues,
Joy Division,
Flipper,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tubeway Army,
The Flesh Eaters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Judy Mowatt,
Scott Walker,
Derrick Morgan,
Barry Ungar,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Smiths,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crooked Eye,
U.S. Maple,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Pop Group,
Marmalade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cymande,
Kenny Larkin,
John Holt,
Jerry's Kids,
Brothers Johnson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wire,
Agitation Free,
The Standells,
Dawn Penn,
The Birthday Party,
Sarah Menescal,
Fluxion,
The New Christs,
UT,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.