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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 Rapeman to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kaleidoscope,
Television,
Peter and Kerry,
Eden Ahbez,
Michelle Simonal,
T.S.O.L.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
EPMD,
Unwound,
The New Christs,
David McCallum,
Toni Rubio,
The Dave Clark Five,
Maurizio,
John Foxx,
Roxette,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Slick Rick,
Joensuu 1685,
The Monks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
ABC,
Ludus,
Goldenarms,
T. Rex,
Ken Boothe,
KRS-One,
Maleditus Sound,
Aural Exciters,
The Mummies,
Black Bananas,
Bush Tetras,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Techniques,
F. McDonald,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Electric Prunes,
Con Funk Shun,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joey Negro,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Moon,
Guru Guru,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quando Quango,
The Slits,
Steve Hackett,
X-Ray Spex,
LL Cool J,
Blancmange,
The Cure,
The Wake,
Crime,
Blossom Toes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeff Mills,
Heaven 17,
Angry Samoans,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.