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 Azerbaijan and from Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Quadrant,
Theoretical Girls,
Angry Samoans,
Peter & Gordon,
Harry Pussy,
Warsaw,
Barbara Tucker,
Slick Rick,
the Soft Cell,
Ultra Naté,
Scan 7,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
T.S.O.L.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Danielle Patucci,
Eddi Front,
The Associates,
Isaac Hayes,
Loose Ends,
DJ Sneak,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Germs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Q and Not U,
The Remains,
Robert Wyatt,
The Trojans,
World's Most,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amon Düül II,
The Smoke,
Supertramp,
Aaron Thompson,
The Barracudas,
Bob Dylan,
The Slits,
Hashim,
Sällskapet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mo-Dettes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Negative Approach,
Silicon Teens,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eurythmics,
John Lydon,
The Angels of Light,
Tubeway Army,
Schoolly D,
John Coltrane,
B.T. Express,
Derrick Morgan,
Man Parrish,
Royal Trux,
Nation of Ulysses,
Procol Harum,
Lucky Dragons,
Massinfluence,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.