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 Bulgaria and from Lagos.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Duran Duran to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Average White Band,
Liliput,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moebius,
Bobby Sherman,
Nik Kershaw,
Graham Central Station,
Zapp,
Arthur Verocai,
A Certain Ratio,
Warren Ellis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bootsy Collins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sällskapet,
Grey Daturas,
Crooked Eye,
Wings,
Andrew Hill,
T.S.O.L.,
Peter and Kerry,
The Remains,
Joy Division,
Pantaleimon,
Newcleus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hot Snakes,
Swell Maps,
X-102,
Anakelly,
Soft Cell,
Deepchord,
Soft Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sun City Girls,
Tommy Roe,
Radio Birdman,
Pussy Galore,
Gang Gang Dance,
Index,
Panda Bear,
Gang of Four,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Absolute Body Control,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fluxion,
Glenn Branca,
Aural Exciters,
Peter & Gordon,
Circle Jerks,
Lakeside,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Monochrome Set,
Whodini,
Motorama,
Outsiders,
Joe Smooth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fear,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.