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 Benin and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 Morten Harket to the rock 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Cybotron,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Coltrane,
Pet Shop Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Pop Group,
June of 44,
Joensuu 1685,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
10cc,
The Five Americans,
Sister Nancy,
Quantec,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Count Five,
Jandek,
Japan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
T. Rex,
Smog,
Stiv Bators,
Hasil Adkins,
The Birthday Party,
Sex Pistols,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Kinks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minutemen,
Danielle Patucci,
Minnie Riperton,
The Electric Prunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tommy Roe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Pretty Things,
Wolf Eyes,
Shuggie Otis,
Sun City Girls,
The Durutti Column,
The Cure,
Procol Harum,
Oneida,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scratch Acid,
Inner City,
Neil Young,
In Retrospect,
Sällskapet,
Skaos,
The Beau Brummels,
Schoolly D,
Pantytec,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.