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 Solomon Islands and from Tehran.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Absolute Body Control to the grime 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Chris & Cosey,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chris Corsano,
Japan,
Jawbox,
Mark Hollis,
Arcadia,
Blossom Toes,
Q and Not U,
Darondo,
K-Klass,
Liliput,
Dead Boys,
The Techniques,
Roy Ayers,
Jeff Lynne,
The Wake,
Swans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rekid,
Newcleus,
The Red Krayola,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hot Snakes,
Sandy B,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Suicide,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultimate Spinach,
Donald Byrd,
Arab on Radar,
Flamin' Groovies,
Neil Young,
The Monochrome Set,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Angry Samoans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Agitation Free,
CMW,
Yusef Lateef,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Urselle,
Public Enemy,
Fela Kuti,
H. Thieme,
The Smiths,
The Index,
Reagan Youth,
Arthur Verocai,
Lucky Dragons,
Can,
Susan Cadogan,
Max Romeo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hardrive,
The Evens,
Kenny Larkin,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Knickerbockers,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fuzztones,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.