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 Albania and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord 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 The Mummies to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Al Stewart,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Excepter,
Harry Pussy,
The Gories,
Ice-T,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Reagan Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sällskapet,
Buzzcocks,
The Standells,
Guru Guru,
Kerri Chandler,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dave Gahan,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Model 500,
the Bar-Kays,
Silicon Teens,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
World's Most,
Erasure,
CMW,
Franke,
Hardrive,
Johnny Osbourne,
Avey Tare,
Alison Limerick,
Chris & Cosey,
Scientists,
Lou Christie,
The Gun Club,
Spandau Ballet,
AZ,
L. Decosne,
The Fugs,
Barry Ungar,
Deadbeat,
Massinfluence,
Wasted Youth,
A Certain Ratio,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sparks,
Audionom,
Q65,
Gang Green,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rekid,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
8 Eyed Spy,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.