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 Seychelles and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Visage to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Matthew Bourne,
Arthur Verocai,
Leonard Cohen,
Ludus,
Urselle,
Television Personalities,
The Sonics,
DJ Style,
Con Funk Shun,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Bananas,
Patti Smith,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crime,
The Buckinghams,
The Wake,
Howard Jones,
Talk Talk,
Suburban Knight,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Moebius,
Alton Ellis,
John Foxx,
Procol Harum,
Massinfluence,
Dual Sessions,
The Fuzztones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare,
Soft Cell,
Von Mondo,
Anakelly,
Joy Division,
Tears for Fears,
Bluetip,
Animal Collective,
Gong,
the Soft Cell,
The Gladiators,
Cybotron,
Silicon Teens,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Robert Wyatt,
The Knickerbockers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dennis Brown,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Reuben Wilson,
Toni Rubio,
Vladislav Delay,
the Germs,
Sun City Girls,
Connie Case,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.