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 Belgium 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 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 Judy Mowatt to the grunge 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Royal Trux,
The United States of America,
Faust,
Quantec,
Y Pants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fuzztones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Faraquet,
The Offenders,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Wyatt,
Eddi Front,
Steve Hackett,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Shuggie Otis,
The Victims,
The Pretty Things,
Fear,
Ice-T,
Scrapy,
Electric Prunes,
Panda Bear,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tommy Roe,
The Fugs,
Dawn Penn,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deadbeat,
Marc Almond,
MDC,
The Trojans,
The Fall,
Jeff Lynne,
Funkadelic,
LL Cool J,
Angry Samoans,
Intrusion,
Lindisfarne,
the Soft Cell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Massinfluence,
kango's stein massive,
Colin Newman,
Sam Rivers,
Michelle Simonal,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jacob Miller,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Pop Group,
Mo-Dettes,
Scott Walker,
AZ,
Second Layer,
Joensuu 1685,
The Divine Comedy,
Bill Wells,
The Smiths,
The Music Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tres Demented,
Blossom Toes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.