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 Guatemala and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eurythmics to the electroclash 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Q65,
Easy Going,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crime,
Isaac Hayes,
Andrew Hill,
The Move,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pole,
Altered Images,
Black Bananas,
Alison Limerick,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Parry Music,
Al Stewart,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minor Threat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The American Breed,
PIL,
X-Ray Spex,
Accadde A,
Jerry's Kids,
Hoover,
Neil Young,
Underground Resistance,
The Residents,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Moleskins,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Tremeloes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scan 7,
Scott Walker,
Davy DMX,
Fad Gadget,
Minnie Riperton,
Wings,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nils Olav,
Graham Central Station,
Livin' Joy,
Whodini,
Sparks,
Sandy B,
Ten City,
Outsiders,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
Mo-Dettes,
Marc Almond,
Mary Jane Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Surgeon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Drexciya,
Deepchord,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.