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 Mongolia and from Woodstock.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Michelle Simonal to the rock 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Scott Walker,
8 Eyed Spy,
Piero Umiliani,
Laurel Aitken,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dawn Penn,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New Order,
Camouflage,
Albert Ayler,
Malaria!,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hot Snakes,
Eric Dolphy,
Byron Stingily,
Ice-T,
The Fortunes,
Bush Tetras,
The Martian,
Khruangbin,
Bauhaus,
John Cale,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chris Corsano,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hoover,
Gong,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lungfish,
The Barracudas,
Con Funk Shun,
Circle Jerks,
Brick,
Dorothy Ashby,
48th St. Collective,
Babytalk,
Blossom Toes,
UT,
Marvin Gaye,
Drive Like Jehu,
Leonard Cohen,
Ralphi Rosario,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wally Richardson,
Rufus Thomas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Amon Düül II,
Index,
Soulsonic Force,
Roxy Music,
The Dirtbombs,
Lakeside,
Angry Samoans,
Visage,
Procol Harum,
Stockholm Monsters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.