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 Swaziland and from Beijing.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Agent Orange to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
A Certain Ratio,
Whodini,
Lakeside,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crash Course in Science,
L. Decosne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bauhaus,
Reuben Wilson,
Brick,
Lower 48,
ABBA,
Derrick May,
Mandrill,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Music Machine,
Roxy Music,
The Wake,
Matthew Bourne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
KRS-One,
Rod Modell,
Hardrive,
Lucky Dragons,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
In Retrospect,
The Golliwogs,
Motorama,
Chrome,
David Axelrod,
Nils Olav,
Inner City,
One Last Wish,
Maleditus Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sex Pistols,
The Names,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Visage,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Womack,
Nas,
Bad Manners,
Soft Cell,
Slick Rick,
The Dave Clark Five,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Livin' Joy,
Brothers Johnson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Leonard Cohen,
The Grass Roots,
Section 25,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.