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 Kyrgyzstan and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 Boogie Down Productions to the dance 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Grass Roots,
Hardrive,
This Heat,
Slick Rick,
Pantaleimon,
Q and Not U,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Normal,
Wally Richardson,
The Young Rascals,
The Gap Band,
The Searchers,
Oblivians,
Wolf Eyes,
The Real Kids,
Monolake,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cymande,
June Days,
Bob Dylan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mo-Dettes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Drexciya,
John Foxx,
Cheater Slicks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alphaville,
FM Einheit,
Procol Harum,
Sixth Finger,
Peter and Kerry,
The Durutti Column,
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Jeff Lynne,
Robert Hood,
Radio Birdman,
Amon Düül II,
MDC,
Althea and Donna,
Banda Bassotti,
Eurythmics,
The Velvet Underground,
Newcleus,
Robert Wyatt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Anakelly,
The Sonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cal Tjader,
Rosa Yemen,
The Martian,
Joe Finger,
Mark Hollis,
Neu!,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Bar-Kays,
Pulsallama,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.