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 Antigua and from Madrid.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Blackbyrds 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Fatback Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Agitation Free,
Amazonics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ken Boothe,
F. McDonald,
Monolake,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sällskapet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Byrd,
Kurtis Blow,
Essential Logic,
Eric Copeland,
Lungfish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Pus,
The Motions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Letta Mbulu,
Man Parrish,
Wolf Eyes,
DJ Sneak,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Anakelly,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
48th St. Collective,
Neu!,
Jacques Brel,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cymande,
Blake Baxter,
Rapeman,
The Seeds,
Loose Ends,
The Mummies,
The Count Five,
Marc Almond,
Connie Case,
The Zeros,
Minor Threat,
The Happenings,
Scientists,
10cc,
Yazoo,
Spandau Ballet,
The Martian,
The Detroit Cobras,
Quadrant,
Franke,
Sandy B,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jesper Dahlback,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.