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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Halifax.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Pierre Henry,
June of 44,
The Shadows of Knight,
Theoretical Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
Buzzcocks,
Deepchord,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
LL Cool J,
Negative Approach,
Sarah Menescal,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeff Mills,
Qualms,
Pylon,
Lucky Dragons,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gun Club,
Stereo Dub,
Pussy Galore,
Nick Fraelich,
Youth Brigade,
Johnny Osbourne,
New Order,
Y Pants,
Unwound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Guru Guru,
Bill Wells,
Isaac Hayes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marvin Gaye,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moss Icon,
Sonic Youth,
Tommy Roe,
Max Romeo,
Sandy B,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Saints,
New Age Steppers,
Flipper,
K-Klass,
The Sonics,
Dave Gahan,
The Evens,
Sparks,
Bronski Beat,
Quando Quango,
Maurizio,
Wolf Eyes,
Leonard Cohen,
Byron Stingily,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lakeside,
Hot Snakes,
The Five Americans,
Das Ding,
The Remains,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.