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 Romania and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet 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 8 Eyed Spy 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
The Stooges,
Kenny Larkin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Man Parrish,
Wasted Youth,
Dead Boys,
Pulsallama,
Vainqueur,
Pole,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jawbox,
Guru Guru,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Womack,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Babytalk,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crime,
AZ,
Max Romeo,
Deadbeat,
Radio Birdman,
Q65,
Sparks,
Second Layer,
Byron Stingily,
The Star Department,
Tommy Roe,
The Martian,
Parry Music,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The New Christs,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Human League,
Niagra,
Ice-T,
the Soft Cell,
Fat Boys,
X-101,
Eurythmics,
Pere Ubu,
Technova,
Sight & Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Suicide,
8 Eyed Spy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grey Daturas,
The Saints,
Surgeon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Archie Shepp,
Television Personalities,
ABC,
Black Flag,
The Leaves,
Cybotron,
Gang Green,
Rotary Connection,
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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.
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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.