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 Chile and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Janne Schatter to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Tim Buckley,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Funkadelic,
John Cale,
The United States of America,
The Real Kids,
Donny Hathaway,
Jesper Dahlback,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun City Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Bauhaus,
The Skatalites,
The Evens,
Funky Four + One,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pantaleimon,
John Lydon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barrington Levy,
Easy Going,
Spandau Ballet,
Swans,
The Doors,
48th St. Collective,
Duran Duran,
Minutemen,
Ponytail,
Tres Demented,
The Vogues,
Arab on Radar,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cluster,
Rhythm & Sound,
Erykah Badu,
Little Man,
Yellowson,
Bobby Byrd,
Shoche,
Cal Tjader,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Man Parrish,
In Retrospect,
Derrick May,
The Techniques,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Green,
Stereo Dub,
Ken Boothe,
Intrusion,
Henry Cow,
The J.B.'s,
Sam Rivers,
Tomorrow,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.