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 Bulgaria and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 Tubeway Army to the techno 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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Vainqueur,
Arthur Verocai,
Tropical Tobacco,
Radiopuhelimet,
Whodini,
Infiniti,
Eurythmics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeff Lynne,
The Toasters,
Ice-T,
The Fall,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Magma,
Jesper Dahlback,
MDC,
The Techniques,
Mad Mike,
Michelle Simonal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
B.T. Express,
EPMD,
The Young Rascals,
Gabor Szabo,
Deadbeat,
The Saints,
Shuggie Otis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minor Threat,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultravox,
The Count Five,
Gerry Rafferty,
Underground Resistance,
Crash Course in Science,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fad Gadget,
Spandau Ballet,
Radiohead,
Scan 7,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nick Fraelich,
Gichy Dan,
Shoche,
Adolescents,
Smog,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Danielle Patucci,
Index,
The Smoke,
Nirvana,
World's Most,
Glenn Branca,
The Cure,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Monks,
Goldenarms,
Ossler,
Avey Tare,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.