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 Netherlands and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Flipper,
Camberwell Now,
Joe Smooth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cybotron,
The Offenders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Move,
Y Pants,
Moss Icon,
Nas,
Eric Copeland,
Mark Hollis,
Dawn Penn,
a-ha,
Japan,
The Slackers,
cv313,
Graham Central Station,
Matthew Halsall,
Au Pairs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DJ Style,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Newcleus,
The American Breed,
Livin' Joy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Juan Atkins,
Fugazi,
T.S.O.L.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Quantec,
Pantaleimon,
Wings,
Echospace,
H. Thieme,
The Alarm Clocks,
Anakelly,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sound Behaviour,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gastr Del Sol,
Johnny Clarke,
The Vogues,
Duran Duran,
Siglo XX,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Surgeon,
Ultravox,
Chris & Cosey,
Scion,
The Neon Judgement,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Howard Jones,
Public Image Ltd.,
ABC,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.