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 Cyprus and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Anakelly,
A Certain Ratio,
Sex Pistols,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Procol Harum,
Matthew Bourne,
The Dirtbombs,
DJ Sneak,
Half Japanese,
Average White Band,
Scratch Acid,
Fugazi,
Marshall Jefferson,
LL Cool J,
The Last Poets,
Bauhaus,
Peter & Gordon,
Danielle Patucci,
Soulsonic Force,
Second Layer,
Marc Almond,
Connie Case,
Nirvana,
The Kinks,
Moebius,
Traffic Nightmare,
Outsiders,
Fat Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Zapp,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-102,
Shuggie Otis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Five Americans,
Hoover,
Stockholm Monsters,
Suburban Knight,
Stiv Bators,
The Moleskins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Junior Murvin,
Glenn Branca,
Agitation Free,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sound Behaviour,
Howard Jones,
Lou Christie,
The Gap Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Knickerbockers,
Sight & Sound,
Alphaville,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Clear Light,
Dead Boys,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.