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 Serbia and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rotary Connection to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Human League,
The American Breed,
LL Cool J,
Stiv Bators,
10cc,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Moon,
Robert Wyatt,
Lower 48,
Tommy Roe,
Joe Smooth,
Lalann,
Black Pus,
The Zeros,
Arab on Radar,
Curtis Mayfield,
Man Parrish,
Bizarre Inc.,
David Bowie,
Letta Mbulu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bootsy Collins,
Unrelated Segments,
Suicide,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quando Quango,
The Durutti Column,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kenny Larkin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jawbox,
The Slackers,
Technova,
Grey Daturas,
The Stooges,
The Leaves,
B.T. Express,
D'Angelo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sandy B,
Minutemen,
Arthur Verocai,
Marc Almond,
Rites of Spring,
Matthew Bourne,
Deakin,
Fela Kuti,
Cluster,
Absolute Body Control,
Scratch Acid,
Jeru the Damaja,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Techniques,
Erasure,
Drive Like Jehu,
Buzzcocks,
Q65,
Mission of Burma,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mandrill,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.