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 Mongolia and from Copenhagen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 Talk Talk to the rap 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Second Layer,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lakeside,
Smog,
Pole,
Radiopuhelimet,
Reagan Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
L. Decosne,
Circle Jerks,
Terry Callier,
The Searchers,
Urselle,
Soft Machine,
Camouflage,
The Names,
Pulsallama,
Tomorrow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bill Wells,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare,
Make Up,
Bad Manners,
Laurel Aitken,
The Doors,
The Invisible,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bob Dylan,
The Index,
Desert Stars,
Dead Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
Tommy Roe,
Unrelated Segments,
the Bar-Kays,
Rakim,
Jawbox,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sandy B,
Faust,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
MDC,
T.S.O.L.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nirvana,
The Monks,
Brass Construction,
Minutemen,
Sun City Girls,
Aural Exciters,
Boredoms,
The Pretty Things,
The Music Machine,
Vainqueur,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.