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 Kiribati and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Bauhaus,
Joe Finger,
The Human League,
LL Cool J,
Gregory Isaacs,
Section 25,
Tim Buckley,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Neon Judgement,
the Fania All-Stars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Unrelated Segments,
The Slits,
Accadde A,
Andrew Hill,
Marc Almond,
The Red Krayola,
Metal Thangz,
The Saints,
Urselle,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang of Four,
Delon & Dalcan,
Amon Düül II,
Marvin Gaye,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Judy Mowatt,
Soft Cell,
the Normal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fall,
Iggy Pop,
The Flesh Eaters,
EPMD,
Matthew Halsall,
Minutemen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Mummies,
Half Japanese,
Lou Christie,
The Count Five,
Camberwell Now,
Little Man,
Theoretical Girls,
Blancmange,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Real Kids,
Wire,
R.M.O.,
Black Bananas,
Fat Boys,
Mars,
Howard Jones,
Organ,
Nirvana,
Connie Case,
Barry Ungar,
Intrusion,
The Music Machine,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.