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 Malta and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ 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 Soft Cell to the rock 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Gregory Isaacs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tubeway Army,
Dennis Brown,
Eric Dolphy,
Ituana,
Lou Reed,
The Young Rascals,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Swans,
Oblivians,
the Normal,
Amon Düül,
Sight & Sound,
Tom Boy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Country Teasers,
Rapeman,
Index,
Josef K,
Moebius,
Derrick Morgan,
Hoover,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Remains,
Lyres,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
U.S. Maple,
Black Moon,
Accadde A,
Sällskapet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soul Sonic Force,
Khruangbin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Red Krayola,
Saccharine Trust,
Dark Day,
The Gap Band,
The Golliwogs,
Traffic Nightmare,
B.T. Express,
Eve St. Jones,
Main Source,
Au Pairs,
Excepter,
Roger Hodgson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Oneida,
Harmonia,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Last Poets,
Duran Duran,
Matthew Halsall,
Procol Harum,
The Dirtbombs,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.