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 Chad 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mantronix to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
H. Thieme,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blossom Toes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blancmange,
AZ,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
OOIOO,
The Knickerbockers,
kango's stein massive,
L. Decosne,
Banda Bassotti,
ABC,
The Victims,
The Black Dice,
Half Japanese,
Joensuu 1685,
Malaria!,
Metal Thangz,
David McCallum,
Dave Gahan,
Magazine,
Tears for Fears,
Thompson Twins,
Boredoms,
Soft Cell,
The Evens,
Quando Quango,
Mary Jane Girls,
Excepter,
The Vogues,
Gong,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Section 25,
Max Romeo,
John Lydon,
Graham Central Station,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Make Up,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Byrd,
Radio Birdman,
Crash Course in Science,
Judy Mowatt,
Pole,
The Mojo Men,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brothers Johnson,
Jawbox,
Altered Images,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Au Pairs,
Piero Umiliani,
Derrick Morgan,
Little Man,
Amazonics,
Monolake,
Los Fastidios,
Das Ding,
X-101,
Saccharine Trust,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.