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 France and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Normal to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Barrington Levy,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Trojans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Standells,
Matthew Halsall,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Byron Stingily,
Gichy Dan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Tremeloes,
Pagans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sugar Minott,
Danielle Patucci,
Lalo Schifrin,
Shuggie Otis,
Slave,
the Bar-Kays,
La Düsseldorf,
K-Klass,
Colin Newman,
Mad Mike,
Minny Pops,
Gabor Szabo,
Godley & Creme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Moody Blues,
Wire,
Scientists,
Jeru the Damaja,
Faust,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aswad,
Tears for Fears,
Motorama,
Rufus Thomas,
T. Rex,
Youth Brigade,
The American Breed,
Rites of Spring,
the Association,
The Kinks,
The Fire Engines,
Dead Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Christie,
Fluxion,
Chris & Cosey,
Marc Almond,
PIL,
Warren Ellis,
Blake Baxter,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.