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 Syria and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 Rhythm & Sound to the electroclash 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
ABC,
Donny Hathaway,
The Monochrome Set,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
World's Most,
R.M.O.,
Terry Callier,
Brick,
Hot Snakes,
Accadde A,
Unwound,
Ultravox,
Todd Terry,
Lalann,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Victims,
Average White Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott Heron,
Model 500,
Yazoo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Chris Corsano,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bang On A Can,
The Divine Comedy,
Eddi Front,
Erykah Badu,
Aural Exciters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Electric Prunes,
The Tremeloes,
Glenn Branca,
Khruangbin,
Rufus Thomas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Visage,
Television Personalities,
Mars,
The Raincoats,
Nils Olav,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Underground Resistance,
Joey Negro,
Lou Christie,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Infiniti,
Mr. Review,
Public Image Ltd.,
Idris Muhammad,
Lebanon Hanover,
Neil Young,
Black Sheep,
The Dead C,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.