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 Bhutan and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ornette Coleman to the jazz 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Robert Wyatt,
David Axelrod,
Silicon Teens,
Parry Music,
Mars,
the Normal,
Organ,
Quando Quango,
Nation of Ulysses,
Angry Samoans,
Blake Baxter,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Soft Cell,
The Zeros,
Dead Boys,
Black Moon,
the Swans,
Black Sheep,
Cal Tjader,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The United States of America,
Don Cherry,
Smog,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lakeside,
Jesper Dahlback,
Technova,
The Monks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joensuu 1685,
Echospace,
The Trojans,
Minny Pops,
Blancmange,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cybotron,
Bronski Beat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Von Mondo,
T.S.O.L.,
The Searchers,
The Gladiators,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Litter,
Todd Rundgren,
The Count Five,
cv313,
X-Ray Spex,
Grey Daturas,
MC5,
Stetsasonic,
Toni Rubio,
Yaz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marvin Gaye,
Theoretical Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Marc Almond,
Fela Kuti,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.