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 Dominica and from Seoul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pylon to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Adolescents,
Iggy Pop,
Depeche Mode,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
a-ha,
Mad Mike,
Clear Light,
Black Sheep,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Slits,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Maurizio,
Wasted Youth,
Steve Hackett,
Robert Hood,
Todd Terry,
Grauzone,
The Vogues,
New Order,
Henry Cow,
Joe Smooth,
Shoche,
Lindisfarne,
Vladislav Delay,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Piero Umiliani,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pantaleimon,
The Index,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jacques Brel,
Masters at Work,
Liliput,
Subhumans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Martian,
Deadbeat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Toasters,
Public Enemy,
Hot Snakes,
Minutemen,
Supertramp,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gories,
the Bar-Kays,
The Offenders,
The Motions,
Trumans Water,
The Dave Clark Five,
Visage,
Suburban Knight,
Marmalade,
Davy DMX,
Sandy B,
Black Flag,
Fear,
Babytalk,
the Normal,
New Age Steppers,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.