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 Fiji and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Byron Stingily 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Roxette,
Joey Negro,
John Foxx,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Moody Blues,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Walker Brothers,
Sex Pistols,
Von Mondo,
Ultravox,
Pylon,
Echospace,
AZ,
Kerri Chandler,
DJ Style,
OOIOO,
New Age Steppers,
Animal Collective,
Deepchord,
The Gun Club,
Bill Near,
Kerrie Biddell,
These Immortal Souls,
The Five Americans,
Rakim,
Janne Schatter,
David Bowie,
Man Eating Sloth,
Chrome,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Little Man,
Max Romeo,
Harmonia,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Intrusion,
Maurizio,
Mo-Dettes,
Arcadia,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Saints,
Rotary Connection,
Procol Harum,
Jeff Lynne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sound Behaviour,
Goldenarms,
Moss Icon,
Lalann,
The Litter,
Black Bananas,
Scratch Acid,
Con Funk Shun,
The Seeds,
Wire,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Monks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.