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 Belgium and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 T.S.O.L. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Livin' Joy,
Vainqueur,
Spandau Ballet,
Yaz,
The Golliwogs,
Loose Ends,
Urselle,
Camouflage,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Groovy Waters,
Hasil Adkins,
Organ,
Aaron Thompson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Delon & Dalcan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tim Buckley,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sandy B,
Wolf Eyes,
Symarip,
Neu!,
Sarah Menescal,
Janne Schatter,
Jacob Miller,
Todd Rundgren,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
One Last Wish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scan 7,
Erasure,
Funkadelic,
Goldenarms,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radiohead,
The Count Five,
The Searchers,
AZ,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sugar Minott,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bauhaus,
June of 44,
The Skatalites,
New Order,
Swans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flipper,
Amon Düül,
Arab on Radar,
Skaos,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fire Engines,
Mars,
Godley & Creme,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cameo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.