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 Belarus and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 Todd Rundgren to the punk 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Marine Girls,
the Swans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Chris Corsano,
Inner City,
Gabor Szabo,
X-102,
The Tremeloes,
Thompson Twins,
The Moody Blues,
Hashim,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Slits,
Crooked Eye,
Tres Demented,
cv313,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Junior Murvin,
Derrick May,
Popol Vuh,
The Stooges,
Can,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Clear Light,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ponytail,
Goldenarms,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Pop Group,
The Gap Band,
Tom Boy,
The Skatalites,
Bill Wells,
Quando Quango,
Echospace,
The Selecter,
Jerry's Kids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nils Olav,
Joyce Sims,
Black Flag,
The Doors,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ten City,
John Foxx,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bob Dylan,
Silicon Teens,
Moss Icon,
Quadrant,
Johnny Clarke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ituana,
Arcadia,
Marmalade,
The Saints,
Oneida,
Funky Four + One,
Radiopuhelimet,
Maurizio,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.