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 Macedonia and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 Joe Smooth to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
James White and The Blacks,
kango's stein massive,
T. Rex,
the Soft Cell,
the Sonics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The J.B.'s,
Gong,
Piero Umiliani,
Aural Exciters,
The Vogues,
Television Personalities,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gun Club,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soul II Soul,
Glambeats Corp.,
F. McDonald,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Velvet Underground,
Sällskapet,
Tim Buckley,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Henry Cow,
The Victims,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tubeway Army,
Fear,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quando Quango,
Public Image Ltd.,
New Age Steppers,
Roger Hodgson,
Graham Central Station,
Mars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Amon Düül II,
Michelle Simonal,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chrome,
The Saints,
Au Pairs,
The Slackers,
Althea and Donna,
Black Flag,
Idris Muhammad,
The Star Department,
Young Marble Giants,
Yusef Lateef,
Pere Ubu,
Bill Near,
Cluster,
The Gories,
Rosa Yemen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.