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 Norway and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Offenders to the disco 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '80s.
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 Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Sister Nancy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dave Gahan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Donny Hathaway,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gap Band,
H. Thieme,
The Golliwogs,
Ultra Naté,
The Names,
Pet Shop Boys,
Los Fastidios,
Franke,
Skriet,
Little Man,
Can,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Q and Not U,
Ohio Players,
Heaven 17,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hasil Adkins,
the Human League,
Dark Day,
Scientists,
Bill Near,
Roger Hodgson,
Derrick May,
Surgeon,
Symarip,
ABBA,
This Heat,
Skaos,
Brand Nubian,
Deepchord,
Josef K,
James White and The Blacks,
Blake Baxter,
Dennis Brown,
Tres Demented,
The Birthday Party,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The United States of America,
Television,
Arthur Verocai,
The Wake,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Charles Mingus,
Loose Ends,
The Detroit Cobras,
Idris Muhammad,
Slick Rick,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.