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 Uzbekistan and from Jakarta.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fear to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
JFA,
Unrelated Segments,
Ohio Players,
Amon Düül II,
Clear Light,
Royal Trux,
Pantaleimon,
The Victims,
DJ Style,
Bootsy Collins,
The J.B.'s,
Blancmange,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brand Nubian,
Alison Limerick,
June Days,
Godley & Creme,
Quantec,
The Black Dice,
Lalann,
Television,
Lakeside,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Smog,
Echospace,
The Happenings,
Marc Almond,
Joyce Sims,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Simply Red,
Moebius,
The Buckinghams,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeff Mills,
The Toasters,
James White and The Blacks,
Das Ding,
Morten Harket,
Nick Fraelich,
FM Einheit,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roy Ayers,
Rites of Spring,
Soulsonic Force,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jesper Dahlback,
Thompson Twins,
Ronan,
Harry Pussy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Boredoms,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Donald Byrd,
Pylon,
Janne Schatter,
Junior Murvin,
Freddie Wadling,
the Soft Cell,
Bluetip,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.