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 Luxembourg and from Manila.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Kaleidoscope to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Toni Rubio,
Gichy Dan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pagans,
Eric Copeland,
The Star Department,
Tom Boy,
Ralphi Rosario,
K-Klass,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deepchord,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Skarface,
Echospace,
Eric Dolphy,
Aural Exciters,
AZ,
Nirvana,
Lakeside,
Oblivians,
La Düsseldorf,
Schoolly D,
Rites of Spring,
Matthew Halsall,
The Move,
The Buckinghams,
Godley & Creme,
Robert Görl,
Graham Central Station,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Patti Smith,
Andrew Hill,
Faraquet,
Second Layer,
Television Personalities,
Popol Vuh,
Eve St. Jones,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Sonics,
Morten Harket,
John Lydon,
Tres Demented,
Arcadia,
Quadrant,
Carl Craig,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Trojans,
Connie Case,
Jeru the Damaja,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Althea and Donna,
Slave,
Mission of Burma,
Dave Gahan,
Motorama,
Babytalk,
China Crisis,
Cecil Taylor,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.