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 Suriname and from Portland.
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 Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Fire Engines to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Popol Vuh,
Boz Scaggs,
Index,
Joe Smooth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bluetip,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fatback Band,
Supertramp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Can,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scratch Acid,
Sonny Sharrock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Goldenarms,
FM Einheit,
Spoonie Gee,
Aaron Thompson,
Vainqueur,
Wolf Eyes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Section 25,
Kaleidoscope,
Roger Hodgson,
Eddi Front,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tom Boy,
Public Enemy,
Anakelly,
Cluster,
The Fire Engines,
Dual Sessions,
The Toasters,
Symarip,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Standells,
The Happenings,
Kas Product,
Cheater Slicks,
Dawn Penn,
Agent Orange,
The Sound,
John Foxx,
Juan Atkins,
Alphaville,
Black Flag,
Amon Düül,
Yusef Lateef,
Sandy B,
Bobby Sherman,
Roxette,
Eric Dolphy,
the Sonics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Don Cherry,
Harmonia,
John Lydon,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.