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 Belarus and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lou Reed to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
the Human League,
Monolake,
Andrew Hill,
The Angels of Light,
Amon Düül II,
Yellowson,
Harry Pussy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Delta 5,
Avey Tare,
Motorama,
June Days,
Lungfish,
Masters at Work,
Rufus Thomas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Glambeats Corp.,
Thompson Twins,
Isaac Hayes,
Faust,
Alphaville,
Procol Harum,
Whodini,
Niagra,
DJ Sneak,
The Divine Comedy,
Scan 7,
Roxy Music,
Marc Almond,
cv313,
Ohio Players,
Graham Central Station,
FM Einheit,
The Velvet Underground,
Royal Trux,
Q65,
The Black Dice,
Juan Atkins,
The Wake,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pierre Henry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barrington Levy,
Con Funk Shun,
The American Breed,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Monochrome Set,
Bob Dylan,
Wings,
Mars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
David McCallum,
Bush Tetras,
John Foxx,
Rod Modell,
Gichy Dan,
Ornette Coleman,
Lucky Dragons,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.