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 Sierra Leone and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pere Ubu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Janne Schatter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Duran Duran,
The Move,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Letta Mbulu,
Archie Shepp,
Matthew Halsall,
Bill Wells,
Ken Boothe,
New Order,
Joe Smooth,
The Birthday Party,
Stetsasonic,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The New Christs,
Scion,
Infiniti,
James White and The Blacks,
John Foxx,
Eli Mardock,
Index,
Electric Prunes,
Fluxion,
Joy Division,
Simply Red,
Essential Logic,
The Blues Magoos,
Schoolly D,
Severed Heads,
Delta 5,
Oblivians,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Names,
Lou Christie,
Sandy B,
Faraquet,
The Electric Prunes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Silicon Teens,
Jeff Lynne,
The Moleskins,
Junior Murvin,
Joyce Sims,
Desert Stars,
Suicide,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fela Kuti,
Monolake,
Chris Corsano,
Arab on Radar,
Gong,
The Toasters,
Cybotron,
Warsaw,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.