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 Eritrea and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the electroclash 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Sun Ra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gap Band,
Rod Modell,
Bauhaus,
The Cowsills,
Dennis Brown,
Althea and Donna,
A Certain Ratio,
The Stooges,
Magazine,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Misunderstood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kaleidoscope,
New Order,
June of 44,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Christie,
Oblivians,
Rhythm & Sound,
Funkadelic,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Seeds,
Jandek,
Main Source,
Livin' Joy,
Lightning Bolt,
Agent Orange,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aloha Tigers,
Faust,
Infiniti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camberwell Now,
Pantaleimon,
The Wake,
Parry Music,
The Dirtbombs,
Connie Case,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rotary Connection,
Swell Maps,
Eric Dolphy,
Can,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Essential Logic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Bananas,
Bush Tetras,
Max Romeo,
Goldenarms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Chris Corsano,
PIL,
The Barracudas,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.