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 Andorra and from Calgary.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 Sparks to the grunge 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
The Durutti Column,
The Gladiators,
Television Personalities,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Smiths,
The Fall,
Oneida,
The Mojo Men,
The Evens,
Kaleidoscope,
Scientists,
JFA,
Crooked Eye,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
L. Decosne,
Electric Prunes,
Spoonie Gee,
Fluxion,
Roger Hodgson,
Sun City Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Remains,
Camberwell Now,
Lyres,
Gregory Isaacs,
Urselle,
Wolf Eyes,
Cameo,
Public Enemy,
Johnny Clarke,
Minnie Riperton,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Blackbyrds,
Pylon,
Black Pus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skriet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ituana,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Byrd,
John Holt,
Liliput,
Eric Dolphy,
X-101,
The Gories,
The Pretty Things,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brass Construction,
Eden Ahbez,
Index,
Pulsallama,
Sister Nancy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stetsasonic,
Outsiders,
Joy Division,
OOIOO,
Fear,
Depeche Mode,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.