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 Botswana and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 Throbbing Gristle to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
The Gladiators,
Scan 7,
Mars,
Public Image Ltd.,
MC5,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Patti Smith,
Derrick May,
Kaleidoscope,
Minnie Riperton,
Stetsasonic,
Peter and Kerry,
Excepter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roxette,
China Crisis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Average White Band,
D'Angelo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Sherman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Supertramp,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rakim,
Little Man,
Steve Hackett,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Funky Four + One,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Subhumans,
Ten City,
Robert Hood,
The Beau Brummels,
Zero Boys,
Amon Düül II,
the Slits,
Sun City Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sight & Sound,
Dead Boys,
Black Sheep,
Hasil Adkins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Holt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Suburban Knight,
Masters at Work,
Cybotron,
Livin' Joy,
Banda Bassotti,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ponytail,
Goldenarms,
Bob Dylan,
The Slits,
Joensuu 1685,
Chris Corsano,
Japan,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.