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 Kenya and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 OOIOO to the disco 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joe Finger,
The Seeds,
Harmonia,
Malaria!,
The Moleskins,
Sun City Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Eurythmics,
Wolf Eyes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gap Band,
Cal Tjader,
Bang On A Can,
Dual Sessions,
Jawbox,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
T.S.O.L.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Donny Hathaway,
Sexual Harrassment,
Blossom Toes,
Severed Heads,
Essential Logic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Amon Düül,
the Swans,
Unrelated Segments,
Arab on Radar,
Au Pairs,
Schoolly D,
Sam Rivers,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Soft Cell,
Joey Negro,
Yazoo,
The Leaves,
Yellowson,
Altered Images,
Depeche Mode,
Lalann,
The Star Department,
John Lydon,
Kenny Larkin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Blancmange,
Neil Young,
the Slits,
The Stooges,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
U.S. Maple,
The Vogues,
The J.B.'s,
The Monochrome Set,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Young Rascals,
The Blues Magoos,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.