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 Luxembourg and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Franke to the dance 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Delon & Dalcan,
Circle Jerks,
Average White Band,
Roger Hodgson,
CMW,
Sandy B,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wings,
The Dirtbombs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Slave,
The Busters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Letta Mbulu,
Parry Music,
The Blues Magoos,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Pop Group,
Youth Brigade,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grey Daturas,
The Sonics,
The New Christs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fall,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cluster,
Terrestrial Tones,
Section 25,
Erasure,
Ultra Naté,
Marine Girls,
The Remains,
Rapeman,
Dennis Brown,
Shoche,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
The Barracudas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yellowson,
Juan Atkins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fad Gadget,
The Cramps,
Second Layer,
Simply Red,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deakin,
Brick,
E-Dancer,
The Offenders,
The Moody Blues,
The Young Rascals,
Sparks,
Lou Reed,
Q65,
Jerry's Kids,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.