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 Slovenia and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Make Up,
Outsiders,
This Heat,
Freddie Wadling,
Ken Boothe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alphaville,
The United States of America,
Supertramp,
Adolescents,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rites of Spring,
Excepter,
Guru Guru,
Altered Images,
Saccharine Trust,
Iggy Pop,
Radiopuhelimet,
David Bowie,
Nik Kershaw,
Connie Case,
Talk Talk,
OOIOO,
Icehouse,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Buckinghams,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Christie,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Martian,
Soulsonic Force,
Gichy Dan,
Sonic Youth,
Section 25,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crash Course in Science,
10cc,
June Days,
The Zeros,
Clear Light,
The Leaves,
Reagan Youth,
Visage,
Todd Rundgren,
Kenny Larkin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Depeche Mode,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joey Negro,
Infiniti,
The Slits,
Carl Craig,
Robert Wyatt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Red Krayola,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Loose Ends,
Cecil Taylor,
Blancmange,
Marc Almond,
The Moody Blues,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.