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 Tanzania and from Houston.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Durutti Column to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Joensuu 1685,
Roxette,
Donny Hathaway,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rakim,
Matthew Bourne,
Television,
Organ,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
F. McDonald,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scratch Acid,
The Wake,
Essential Logic,
Ponytail,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jawbox,
Mantronix,
Roxy Music,
Terrestrial Tones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cameo,
Accadde A,
EPMD,
Robert Görl,
LL Cool J,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Duran Duran,
The Modern Lovers,
The Barracudas,
Michelle Simonal,
Depeche Mode,
Danielle Patucci,
New York Dolls,
John Cale,
The Stooges,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Junior Murvin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Electric Prunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bang On A Can,
Ituana,
Bauhaus,
Cybotron,
Circle Jerks,
Davy DMX,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cal Tjader,
Prince Buster,
Jacques Brel,
Yellowson,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Knickerbockers,
Mo-Dettes,
Kerrie Biddell,
DJ Style,
Lucky Dragons,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.