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 Korea South and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Blancmange to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Trumans Water,
The Toasters,
Bronski Beat,
The Tremeloes,
Rakim,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Count Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yusef Lateef,
JFA,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Leaves,
The Kinks,
Sällskapet,
Pantytec,
Lyres,
The Stooges,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soft Cell,
Bill Near,
Tears for Fears,
Television,
Kerrie Biddell,
Parry Music,
Buzzcocks,
Lungfish,
Franke,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scientists,
Suburban Knight,
Idris Muhammad,
Popol Vuh,
Wire,
Japan,
Niagra,
The Buckinghams,
Roxette,
Pierre Henry,
Moss Icon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
E-Dancer,
Kenny Larkin,
Marvin Gaye,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gerry Rafferty,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Walker Brothers,
Marc Almond,
John Holt,
Isaac Hayes,
X-102,
Bootsy Collins,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Germs,
Rapeman,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun City Girls,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.