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 Cape Verde and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 This Heat to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Bar-Kays,
MC5,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang of Four,
Hardrive,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stereo Dub,
Average White Band,
Pantaleimon,
The Raincoats,
Slick Rick,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fire Engines,
Tommy Roe,
10cc,
Piero Umiliani,
the Human League,
Inner City,
Tubeway Army,
Mo-Dettes,
Charles Mingus,
Stiv Bators,
Maurizio,
Black Sheep,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harmonia,
Isaac Hayes,
Pole,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mad Mike,
The Remains,
Kaleidoscope,
Jeff Mills,
The Smiths,
Model 500,
Visage,
Terry Callier,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Idris Muhammad,
Eve St. Jones,
The Barracudas,
The Walker Brothers,
Steve Hackett,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Peter & Gordon,
Amazonics,
Los Fastidios,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mr. Review,
Stetsasonic,
Au Pairs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crime,
Junior Murvin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soulsonic Force,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.