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 Korea North and from New York.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Donny Hathaway to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Slackers,
Dave Gahan,
Sun City Girls,
Slave,
Danielle Patucci,
Marc Almond,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Motorama,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ponytail,
Quando Quango,
Bill Near,
Ken Boothe,
The Selecter,
Agitation Free,
Tubeway Army,
Byron Stingily,
Hoover,
Khruangbin,
John Coltrane,
Au Pairs,
MC5,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Peter and Kerry,
Harry Pussy,
The Angels of Light,
Bob Dylan,
Audionom,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
New York Dolls,
Nirvana,
Massinfluence,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nick Fraelich,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deepchord,
the Germs,
Carl Craig,
Hot Snakes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Qualms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gil Scott Heron,
Matthew Bourne,
Scott Walker,
Trumans Water,
Bang On A Can,
Leonard Cohen,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Association,
Ronnie Foster,
Delta 5,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultravox,
X-101,
Clear Light,
T.S.O.L.,
Aural Exciters,
Smog,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.