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 Poland and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Visage to the jazz 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Motions,
Monks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Youth Brigade,
Byron Stingily,
Faraquet,
T. Rex,
David Axelrod,
Albert Ayler,
Mars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Parry Music,
Minutemen,
Davy DMX,
Quadrant,
Avey Tare,
Subhumans,
Matthew Halsall,
Country Teasers,
Bush Tetras,
Magazine,
Robert Görl,
X-101,
Lucky Dragons,
the Fania All-Stars,
Delon & Dalcan,
Howard Jones,
Gabor Szabo,
Slick Rick,
The Saints,
Donny Hathaway,
Tom Boy,
kango's stein massive,
New Order,
Darondo,
Joe Finger,
Q and Not U,
Erasure,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Vogues,
The Victims,
The Pop Group,
Blossom Toes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Swans,
Crispy Ambulance,
ABC,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
Circle Jerks,
Tres Demented,
Lindisfarne,
Con Funk Shun,
The New Christs,
Y Pants,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.