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 Belize and from Toronto.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Pet Shop Boys to the dance 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Bill Near,
Whodini,
Con Funk Shun,
Jeff Mills,
The Mojo Men,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Byrd,
X-101,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Black Dice,
Johnny Clarke,
Sparks,
MC5,
Vainqueur,
D'Angelo,
The Busters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Bananas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ken Boothe,
Bronski Beat,
Sugar Minott,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Y Pants,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Glenn Branca,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roxette,
The Toasters,
Hot Snakes,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Stooges,
Ultra Naté,
The Young Rascals,
June of 44,
The Shadows of Knight,
Charles Mingus,
Monolake,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Infiniti,
Shuggie Otis,
Howard Jones,
Heaven 17,
Gerry Rafferty,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare,
Monks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Sonics,
Mad Mike,
The Fuzztones,
The Kinks,
Minutemen,
The Saints,
David Axelrod,
David Bowie,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.