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 Israel and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Fad Gadget to the punk 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Monolake,
Banda Bassotti,
Lindisfarne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cybotron,
Unrelated Segments,
Oblivians,
Anakelly,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Loose Ends,
Spandau Ballet,
Josef K,
Joe Finger,
Buzzcocks,
Eden Ahbez,
Section 25,
the Fania All-Stars,
UT,
Marmalade,
Dawn Penn,
Infiniti,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kaleidoscope,
Grey Daturas,
the Germs,
Juan Atkins,
The Pretty Things,
Wire,
Bobby Byrd,
Bronski Beat,
Skarface,
Second Layer,
Heaven 17,
Soft Cell,
Theoretical Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eurythmics,
Bill Near,
Khruangbin,
Arab on Radar,
AZ,
Matthew Bourne,
Agitation Free,
Sun Ra,
Alphaville,
Los Fastidios,
Vladislav Delay,
D'Angelo,
The Associates,
Sam Rivers,
Ten City,
John Foxx,
Delta 5,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Goldenarms,
The Searchers,
Sonic Youth,
Soft Machine,
the Swans,
Dead Boys,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.