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 Germany and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 Chris & Cosey to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
James White and The Blacks,
Josef K,
Bizarre Inc.,
Andrew Hill,
Subhumans,
Zapp,
Maleditus Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
Terry Callier,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Gang Dance,
Al Stewart,
The Dave Clark Five,
Monks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kenny Larkin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Swans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David Bowie,
Unwound,
Aloha Tigers,
U.S. Maple,
Severed Heads,
Michelle Simonal,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sam Rivers,
Ituana,
Stetsasonic,
Dead Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
L. Decosne,
Metal Thangz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Babytalk,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Golliwogs,
Gabor Szabo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Quando Quango,
Royal Trux,
The Grass Roots,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eve St. Jones,
Easy Going,
Interpol,
Ossler,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eli Mardock,
B.T. Express,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cluster,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rakim,
The Flesh Eaters,
Japan,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.