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 Gambia and from Woodstock.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Funkadelic,
Kurtis Blow,
Barclay James Harvest,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Pop Group,
Colin Newman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fugs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
JFA,
Model 500,
Bob Dylan,
Tommy Roe,
Carl Craig,
The Fuzztones,
The Associates,
Yellowson,
LL Cool J,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Outsiders,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gun Club,
Dead Boys,
Audionom,
UT,
Eddi Front,
L. Decosne,
Cal Tjader,
Archie Shepp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Godley & Creme,
Buzzcocks,
Unwound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joensuu 1685,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soul II Soul,
Sun Ra,
Theoretical Girls,
Skaos,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Zeros,
Crime,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sällskapet,
Pole,
Ronnie Foster,
Amon Düül II,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Adolescents,
Deepchord,
the Swans,
Massinfluence,
Eurythmics,
The Stooges,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.