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 Benin and from Lille.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Lou Reed 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 MC5 to the disco 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin 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 linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roxy Music,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Tremeloes,
Massinfluence,
Main Source,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dual Sessions,
Hoover,
Joe Finger,
Idris Muhammad,
Marmalade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Albert Ayler,
Derrick Morgan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Suicide,
Buzzcocks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lee Hazlewood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Underground Resistance,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joensuu 1685,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roger Hodgson,
Scrapy,
Crime,
Agitation Free,
The Evens,
Donald Byrd,
Joey Negro,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Harmonia,
Magma,
The Leaves,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Big Daddy Kane,
Technova,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eve St. Jones,
Gabor Szabo,
Fela Kuti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The New Christs,
The Gladiators,
Lalann,
Juan Atkins,
Erasure,
The Human League,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Moss Icon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.