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 Greece and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marc Almond to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Soft Cell,
Vladislav Delay,
The Doors,
Spandau Ballet,
The Star Department,
Hoover,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
David Axelrod,
Trumans Water,
Mr. Review,
The Zeros,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gladiators,
Los Fastidios,
The Seeds,
AZ,
Accadde A,
Heaven 17,
MC5,
Yusef Lateef,
The Associates,
Cymande,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Last Poets,
Gichy Dan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crooked Eye,
Buzzcocks,
Magma,
cv313,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kaleidoscope,
Harmonia,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Con Funk Shun,
The Raincoats,
Prince Buster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Names,
Black Bananas,
The Barracudas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Althea and Donna,
Kerri Chandler,
World's Most,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cowsills,
Gang of Four,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Q and Not U,
Sam Rivers,
Skriet,
Bobby Womack,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jeff Lynne,
Tommy Roe,
The Techniques,
Make Up,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.