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 Albania and from New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Rod Modell to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Tremeloes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Byrd,
Pierre Henry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marine Girls,
Brick,
Little Man,
Connie Case,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sight & Sound,
Bauhaus,
Blossom Toes,
Junior Murvin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dead Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
Technova,
Pantytec,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Guru Guru,
Y Pants,
The Mojo Men,
Wings,
The Index,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Graham Central Station,
The Durutti Column,
Black Flag,
The Moody Blues,
The Blues Magoos,
Skriet,
cv313,
Archie Shepp,
Make Up,
The Busters,
Black Bananas,
Marc Almond,
Cameo,
The Young Rascals,
Easy Going,
Young Marble Giants,
John Foxx,
Darondo,
Stiv Bators,
The Count Five,
Underground Resistance,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Japan,
Eddi Front,
Lou Reed,
Metal Thangz,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.