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 Syria and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 Star Department to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Index,
Jacques Brel,
Archie Shepp,
Don Cherry,
Barrington Levy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Happenings,
Livin' Joy,
John Lydon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harmonia,
Patti Smith,
Japan,
Robert Görl,
Parry Music,
EPMD,
Fad Gadget,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Warren Ellis,
The Wake,
The Mummies,
Pole,
Audionom,
Sound Behaviour,
The Doobie Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
New Age Steppers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bronski Beat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wings,
Eddi Front,
The Misunderstood,
Erasure,
Minor Threat,
Technova,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cybotron,
Massinfluence,
Eric Dolphy,
Scan 7,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bill Near,
Rakim,
the Germs,
Simply Red,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Metal Thangz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dennis Brown,
David McCallum,
Kaleidoscope,
Oneida,
Aswad,
the Sonics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
D'Angelo,
JFA,
Liliput,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.