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 Dominica and from Jakarta.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soul II Soul,
the Germs,
Negative Approach,
Flipper,
The Buckinghams,
Flamin' Groovies,
Suburban Knight,
the Swans,
Scion,
Desert Stars,
Ohio Players,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pantaleimon,
Althea and Donna,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Divine Comedy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cheater Slicks,
The Toasters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Human League,
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barbara Tucker,
Public Enemy,
Sällskapet,
Mr. Review,
New Order,
T.S.O.L.,
L. Decosne,
Max Romeo,
Man Parrish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alice Coltrane,
Camouflage,
Quadrant,
the Normal,
Underground Resistance,
Kenny Larkin,
Inner City,
Morten Harket,
Second Layer,
Ornette Coleman,
Oblivians,
The Motions,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sex Pistols,
Lungfish,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Monks,
Derrick May,
Ossler,
Outsiders,
Trumans Water,
The Slackers,
Scientists,
Echospace,
The Moody Blues,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.