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 Yemen and from Johannesburg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the electroclash 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
The Human League,
Theoretical Girls,
Goldenarms,
Soul Sonic Force,
Newcleus,
Bob Dylan,
Sugar Minott,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Foxx,
Oblivians,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rakim,
Neu!,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gil Scott Heron,
Vainqueur,
The Mojo Men,
Moby Grape,
Crash Course in Science,
Pharoah Sanders,
L. Decosne,
Suicide,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stetsasonic,
Scratch Acid,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crime,
The Index,
MDC,
Tommy Roe,
Steve Hackett,
Franke,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Modern Lovers,
Spoonie Gee,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Sheep,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grauzone,
Quando Quango,
H. Thieme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deadbeat,
Jerry's Kids,
Alton Ellis,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Soft Cell,
Gang of Four,
Moss Icon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nirvana,
Bang On A Can,
Hoover,
Howard Jones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.