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 Afghanistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Quadrant,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Suburban Knight,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bang On A Can,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gabor Szabo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Avey Tare,
Harpers Bizarre,
H. Thieme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Grass Roots,
Marvin Gaye,
The Names,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Pretty Things,
Vainqueur,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Cale,
Arab on Radar,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gun Club,
Susan Cadogan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eric Copeland,
Iggy Pop,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Mojo Men,
The Electric Prunes,
Laurel Aitken,
New Order,
La Düsseldorf,
Mark Hollis,
Man Parrish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Althea and Donna,
Angry Samoans,
Sight & Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
Amon Düül,
The Human League,
Aswad,
Delta 5,
Ossler,
Amazonics,
Section 25,
Henry Cow,
Y Pants,
Duran Duran,
The Mummies,
Nick Fraelich,
The Zeros,
Severed Heads,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Hutcherson,
These Immortal Souls,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.