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 Honduras 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ludus to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Dead Boys,
Ten City,
Archie Shepp,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jeru the Damaja,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Donald Byrd,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tubeway Army,
Crime,
Neil Young,
Gang of Four,
Audionom,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Standells,
These Immortal Souls,
World's Most,
Judy Mowatt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Christie,
Shuggie Otis,
Brass Construction,
Steve Hackett,
Carl Craig,
Masters at Work,
The Modern Lovers,
Technova,
The Mummies,
Subhumans,
Don Cherry,
Sparks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radio Birdman,
The Cramps,
Depeche Mode,
Agent Orange,
Ronan,
Visage,
a-ha,
Sexual Harrassment,
Erasure,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Piero Umiliani,
The Busters,
Altered Images,
Camouflage,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Foxx,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Vogues,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Byrd,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Kinks,
Eurythmics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boz Scaggs,
Nick Fraelich,
The Knickerbockers,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.