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 Lebanon and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Flamin' Groovies to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Gregory Isaacs,
H. Thieme,
Roy Ayers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The American Breed,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ronan,
Lou Christie,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Shadows of Knight,
Warsaw,
Delta 5,
The Slackers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Main Source,
Rufus Thomas,
Mad Mike,
The Modern Lovers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cowsills,
The Selecter,
Joey Negro,
Marine Girls,
Audionom,
8 Eyed Spy,
This Heat,
DJ Style,
F. McDonald,
Donald Byrd,
Johnny Clarke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dirtbombs,
Alice Coltrane,
ABC,
CMW,
Neu!,
Lee Hazlewood,
Avey Tare,
New Age Steppers,
Tres Demented,
T. Rex,
Banda Bassotti,
Mission of Burma,
Derrick Morgan,
Little Man,
Monks,
The Golliwogs,
Faraquet,
Urselle,
Dead Boys,
Von Mondo,
Technova,
Man Eating Sloth,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Walker Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Unrelated Segments,
Camouflage,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.