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 Armenia and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Roger Hodgson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
The Moleskins,
Oneida,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
This Heat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lyres,
Marmalade,
Motorama,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Slits,
Duran Duran,
Spandau Ballet,
Monolake,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
F. McDonald,
Juan Atkins,
Charles Mingus,
The Sound,
the Association,
One Last Wish,
Heaven 17,
Soulsonic Force,
Kenny Larkin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tomorrow,
The Martian,
Von Mondo,
Robert Hood,
Ornette Coleman,
Scion,
Derrick Morgan,
Davy DMX,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sarah Menescal,
Stereo Dub,
The Cure,
Newcleus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pantaleimon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Liliput,
The Cramps,
Magazine,
Henry Cow,
Tommy Roe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Monks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Erasure,
Silicon Teens,
Guru Guru,
World's Most,
Sound Behaviour,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Peter and Kerry,
Arcadia,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Don Cherry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nico,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.