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 Kosovo and from Cairo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Peter and Kerry to the grunge 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
The Sound,
Clear Light,
Inner City,
Ultravox,
The New Christs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ralphi Rosario,
Shoche,
Minny Pops,
Jacques Brel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soft Machine,
Gabor Szabo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
E-Dancer,
Anakelly,
B.T. Express,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Associates,
Thee Headcoats,
Freddie Wadling,
Bad Manners,
Chris & Cosey,
Nas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Adolescents,
Traffic Nightmare,
Public Enemy,
Main Source,
Dorothy Ashby,
F. McDonald,
China Crisis,
Danielle Patucci,
Livin' Joy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bob Dylan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Organ,
The Mojo Men,
Hardrive,
Chris Corsano,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Monks,
Young Marble Giants,
Urselle,
The Dead C,
Pierre Henry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Cale,
Crime,
The Gladiators,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Görl,
The Last Poets,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Altered Images,
Smog,
The Remains,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.