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 Cyprus and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Red Krayola to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Bronski Beat,
Howard Jones,
Zero Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
Underground Resistance,
Inner City,
Camouflage,
The Buckinghams,
Moebius,
MDC,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Outsiders,
the Association,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bootsy Collins,
Rod Modell,
Joyce Sims,
Anthony Braxton,
Swell Maps,
Index,
Little Man,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Knickerbockers,
Todd Terry,
X-102,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
OOIOO,
Lindisfarne,
The Index,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gories,
Dorothy Ashby,
E-Dancer,
Suicide,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Franke,
Clear Light,
Lungfish,
Soulsonic Force,
Neu!,
Loose Ends,
Black Sheep,
Pere Ubu,
Maurizio,
John Foxx,
Tommy Roe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marc Almond,
Lucky Dragons,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bob Dylan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ice-T,
Magazine,
Janne Schatter,
Au Pairs,
Sun Ra,
Jeff Lynne,
Fat Boys,
the Germs,
kango's stein massive,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.