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 Nauru and from Milan.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Spandau Ballet to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Joy Division,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Josef K,
PIL,
Tommy Roe,
The Doors,
Matthew Halsall,
Kerri Chandler,
Eric Dolphy,
Malaria!,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cramps,
Gichy Dan,
Minny Pops,
UT,
DJ Sneak,
Lungfish,
The Moody Blues,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Spandau Ballet,
the Swans,
The Standells,
Brass Construction,
Pussy Galore,
Ultravox,
Crispian St. Peters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grandmaster Flash,
Grey Daturas,
Smog,
Sixth Finger,
The Searchers,
Minnie Riperton,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The J.B.'s,
Al Stewart,
Young Marble Giants,
The Victims,
Ash Ra Tempel,
EPMD,
Fluxion,
Dead Boys,
Alton Ellis,
Audionom,
Swans,
The Cowsills,
Sandy B,
Skarface,
Scion,
Niagra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bauhaus,
Max Romeo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Animal Collective,
Fatback Band,
Ten City,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.