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 Estonia and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar 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 Skarface to the disco 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Brothers Johnson,
Ronan,
Chrome,
Bush Tetras,
The Misunderstood,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Moon,
Talk Talk,
Moss Icon,
Basic Channel,
The Count Five,
The Names,
Sonic Youth,
The Monks,
The Slits,
Brand Nubian,
New Order,
Man Parrish,
Lalann,
John Holt,
The Black Dice,
The Evens,
Mars,
John Foxx,
The Slackers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mark Hollis,
Kaleidoscope,
The Walker Brothers,
Ornette Coleman,
Lakeside,
Pere Ubu,
Neu!,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Selecter,
The Buckinghams,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Porter Ricks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Average White Band,
Hot Snakes,
Prince Buster,
Deakin,
Rites of Spring,
the Bar-Kays,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Five Americans,
Duran Duran,
Bootsy Collins,
Pharoah Sanders,
DJ Sneak,
Chris & Cosey,
Magma,
The American Breed,
Groovy Waters,
David McCallum,
Roxette,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Symarip,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.