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 Hungary and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Average White Band to the jazz 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Sonics,
Sun Ra,
D'Angelo,
Boredoms,
the Germs,
The Golliwogs,
Magma,
The Remains,
The Move,
The Standells,
Bootsy Collins,
Jacques Brel,
Goldenarms,
Chris & Cosey,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joy Division,
These Immortal Souls,
Eurythmics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Letta Mbulu,
Wolf Eyes,
Joe Smooth,
Bill Wells,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fela Kuti,
The Cowsills,
The Shadows of Knight,
Make Up,
Brick,
Absolute Body Control,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dead C,
Flash Fearless,
Agent Orange,
Monolake,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Misunderstood,
Danielle Patucci,
The Raincoats,
Jacob Miller,
Motorama,
Aaron Thompson,
Negative Approach,
The Grass Roots,
John Coltrane,
UT,
Zapp,
Oneida,
The Angels of Light,
Sun City Girls,
Tomorrow,
Rakim,
Metal Thangz,
Dual Sessions,
Crash Course in Science,
Blancmange,
June of 44,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.