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 Macedonia and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ponytail to the grime 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cybotron,
Max Romeo,
Ice-T,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Don Cherry,
The Vogues,
Rotary Connection,
The Music Machine,
The Modern Lovers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crash Course in Science,
Theoretical Girls,
Inner City,
The Red Krayola,
John Cale,
Suburban Knight,
Los Fastidios,
Wolf Eyes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joey Negro,
Lyres,
FM Einheit,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Derrick May,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Germs,
The Techniques,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stetsasonic,
Byron Stingily,
The Fuzztones,
Radiohead,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crime,
Robert Wyatt,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fluxion,
Godley & Creme,
The Toasters,
Young Marble Giants,
Barrington Levy,
Soft Cell,
Minor Threat,
Gang Starr,
Eric Copeland,
PIL,
Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Royal Trux,
The Standells,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tubeway Army,
The Fugs,
The Leaves,
June of 44,
Intrusion,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
48th St. Collective,
Y Pants,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.