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 Italy and from Tehran.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 Minor Threat to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scion,
Erasure,
Ultravox,
Adolescents,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moby Grape,
Erykah Badu,
In Retrospect,
Rapeman,
Scientists,
Negative Approach,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kurtis Blow,
Radio Birdman,
Mo-Dettes,
Ralphi Rosario,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Symarip,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eddi Front,
Q and Not U,
the Association,
The Durutti Column,
Warsaw,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grandmaster Flash,
X-101,
LL Cool J,
New York Dolls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
AZ,
Cybotron,
A Certain Ratio,
Outsiders,
Absolute Body Control,
Leonard Cohen,
The Monks,
Robert Wyatt,
cv313,
The Happenings,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The New Christs,
ABC,
Archie Shepp,
The J.B.'s,
Con Funk Shun,
Amon Düül II,
Ossler,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Au Pairs,
Suburban Knight,
Ken Boothe,
Popol Vuh,
Mantronix,
Peter & Gordon,
The Dead C,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.