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 Austria and from Halifax.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Wake to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Desert Stars,
Pierre Henry,
Donald Byrd,
Roxette,
The Slackers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aswad,
Motorama,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed,
The Associates,
The Barracudas,
Echospace,
The Flesh Eaters,
Guru Guru,
Severed Heads,
Junior Murvin,
Archie Shepp,
Mandrill,
Soul II Soul,
Sugar Minott,
Terrestrial Tones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Vogues,
Clear Light,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Tremeloes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eric Dolphy,
Juan Atkins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deakin,
Wire,
Swell Maps,
Faraquet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Johnny Osbourne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mission of Burma,
UT,
The Move,
Cybotron,
The Velvet Underground,
Goldenarms,
Mo-Dettes,
Marine Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
The Smiths,
Tears for Fears,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sonics,
Jandek,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rotary Connection,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.