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 Yemen and from Calgary.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 The Birthday Party to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sparks,
The Monks,
Zapp,
Eurythmics,
The Invisible,
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gichy Dan,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Byrd,
The New Christs,
Sällskapet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radiohead,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cramps,
Grandmaster Flash,
EPMD,
Freddie Wadling,
Sonic Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stereo Dub,
The Raincoats,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terry Callier,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rhythm & Sound,
Schoolly D,
Cameo,
Yusef Lateef,
The Dirtbombs,
Unrelated Segments,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ossler,
a-ha,
kango's stein massive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arthur Verocai,
H. Thieme,
Au Pairs,
Junior Murvin,
Rites of Spring,
Kerrie Biddell,
Country Teasers,
Quadrant,
The Real Kids,
World's Most,
The Beau Brummels,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nik Kershaw,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Lydon,
The Black Dice,
Brick,
Peter and Kerry,
The Standells,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Terrestrial Tones,
Easy Going,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.