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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
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 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 Saccharine Trust to the rock 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Suburban Knight,
Buzzcocks,
The Pretty Things,
Skaos,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Altered Images,
Johnny Clarke,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joe Finger,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Magma,
The Gap Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neil Young,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Bananas,
Khruangbin,
Marc Almond,
The Slackers,
Saccharine Trust,
Crash Course in Science,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gerry Rafferty,
Glambeats Corp.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fall,
The Cramps,
Hardrive,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stiv Bators,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ponytail,
The New Christs,
Whodini,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Graham Central Station,
Faraquet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bill Wells,
the Human League,
The Victims,
Stockholm Monsters,
Royal Trux,
Scion,
Iggy Pop,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kurtis Blow,
Colin Newman,
Y Pants,
Quantec,
Tropical Tobacco,
a-ha,
Roxette,
Joey Negro,
Bizarre Inc.,
James White and The Blacks,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.