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 United States and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Lou Christie to the rock 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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
The Kinks,
Ponytail,
The Fuzztones,
Camberwell Now,
Bootsy Collins,
Panda Bear,
Charles Mingus,
Inner City,
Johnny Clarke,
kango's stein massive,
Sound Behaviour,
Barbara Tucker,
Faraquet,
Rotary Connection,
Todd Rundgren,
Mars,
Jacques Brel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gichy Dan,
Scion,
Joey Negro,
Newcleus,
MDC,
The Cramps,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Henry Cow,
The Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Magazine,
Graham Central Station,
Erykah Badu,
FM Einheit,
Michelle Simonal,
Patti Smith,
Alice Coltrane,
KRS-One,
The Count Five,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Byrd,
Public Image Ltd.,
Juan Atkins,
Bob Dylan,
Buzzcocks,
David Bowie,
Marcia Griffiths,
Amon Düül,
Model 500,
Royal Trux,
Jeff Lynne,
The Offenders,
Desert Stars,
Absolute Body Control,
Judy Mowatt,
The Seeds,
The American Breed,
Radiopuhelimet,
New Order,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Infiniti,
Circle Jerks,
Gang of Four,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.