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 Namibia and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 John Foxx to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Eve St. Jones,
Glenn Branca,
Sound Behaviour,
Joy Division,
Al Stewart,
Amazonics,
Boogie Down Productions,
Monolake,
Robert Hood,
Intrusion,
Easy Going,
X-Ray Spex,
The Invisible,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The American Breed,
Scrapy,
Fat Boys,
Franke,
Inner City,
Stockholm Monsters,
B.T. Express,
New Order,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Association,
John Coltrane,
Ralphi Rosario,
Underground Resistance,
Tubeway Army,
Tim Buckley,
Flipper,
Lungfish,
Kas Product,
Skriet,
Qualms,
U.S. Maple,
The Leaves,
Grauzone,
Smog,
Outsiders,
The Evens,
Chris & Cosey,
the Slits,
Brand Nubian,
The Moody Blues,
Cybotron,
Sex Pistols,
The Real Kids,
Schoolly D,
Eden Ahbez,
Rod Modell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Royal Trux,
Ultravox,
Ossler,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barbara Tucker,
Adolescents,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.