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 Afghanistan and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Hot Snakes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fire Engines,
Shuggie Otis,
Harmonia,
The Selecter,
Wally Richardson,
Panda Bear,
The Last Poets,
Cheater Slicks,
Maurizio,
Grey Daturas,
Deepchord,
Barbara Tucker,
Terrestrial Tones,
Thompson Twins,
Easy Going,
Camberwell Now,
Lalann,
Fluxion,
Sam Rivers,
Toni Rubio,
Dennis Brown,
The Buckinghams,
Freddie Wadling,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eli Mardock,
Kas Product,
Girls At Our Best!,
DJ Style,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mark Hollis,
Yaz,
Stetsasonic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Average White Band,
Schoolly D,
Tubeway Army,
Slave,
Susan Cadogan,
Chris & Cosey,
Josef K,
The Neon Judgement,
Marmalade,
The Dead C,
Can,
The Cure,
Laurel Aitken,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Blossom Toes,
Zero Boys,
Television Personalities,
The Fall,
Kool Moe Dee,
Royal Trux,
Porter Ricks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Echospace,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.