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 Saudi Arabia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Grass Roots 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Royal Trux,
The Trojans,
Boz Scaggs,
Procol Harum,
Amon Düül II,
Vainqueur,
The Blackbyrds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mr. Review,
The Alarm Clocks,
Average White Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Ludus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Cale,
Eli Mardock,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jesper Dahlback,
Glenn Branca,
Minor Threat,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Janne Schatter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Warsaw,
Von Mondo,
Sonic Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Franke,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fuzztones,
Minnie Riperton,
The Victims,
Todd Terry,
Ituana,
Nico,
Andrew Hill,
Massinfluence,
The Slits,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crispian St. Peters,
Visage,
Excepter,
The Smiths,
Tomorrow,
Graham Central Station,
Rapeman,
Sparks,
Black Sheep,
Chris Corsano,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quantec,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dawn Penn,
Aural Exciters,
FM Einheit,
Susan Cadogan,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.