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 Mali and from Lille.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Slackers to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci 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?
Mo-Dettes,
Gabor Szabo,
Surgeon,
Aswad,
Brick,
Roger Hodgson,
The Grass Roots,
Yellowson,
Bootsy Collins,
Banda Bassotti,
The Buckinghams,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barry Ungar,
Bad Manners,
The Move,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Audionom,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oblivians,
Janne Schatter,
Depeche Mode,
Qualms,
Kaleidoscope,
Schoolly D,
Maurizio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Simply Red,
Albert Ayler,
Make Up,
Das Ding,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quando Quango,
Delon & Dalcan,
Shoche,
Alice Coltrane,
China Crisis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Talk Talk,
The Smiths,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Unrelated Segments,
the Germs,
The American Breed,
the Swans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Erykah Badu,
The Birthday Party,
Black Bananas,
Mark Hollis,
Soft Machine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deakin,
Nico,
Tubeway Army,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sixth Finger,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.