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 Djibouti and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 David Bowie to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Zero Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
X-Ray Spex,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Easy Going,
Sarah Menescal,
Boz Scaggs,
The Sonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Suburban Knight,
Scrapy,
FM Einheit,
The Young Rascals,
Talk Talk,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Sonics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
A Certain Ratio,
Davy DMX,
cv313,
Avey Tare,
Sparks,
Excepter,
Todd Rundgren,
The Modern Lovers,
The Barracudas,
Blossom Toes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Sheep,
Eurythmics,
Gabor Szabo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang Green,
Moss Icon,
The Sound,
Brick,
The Gun Club,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The American Breed,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roy Ayers,
Skriet,
Prince Buster,
Black Moon,
Monks,
Cheater Slicks,
Janne Schatter,
Tubeway Army,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Stooges,
Bootsy Collins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bluetip,
the Bar-Kays,
Minny Pops,
Camouflage,
Jeff Mills,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.