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 Benin and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
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 snare 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 Wasted Youth to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Urselle,
Basic Channel,
Alice Coltrane,
Pantytec,
Parry Music,
Jeff Lynne,
World's Most,
Siglo XX,
Junior Murvin,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gories,
The Tremeloes,
DJ Style,
Skaos,
Essential Logic,
Gang Starr,
Henry Cow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Shuggie Otis,
James White and The Blacks,
La Düsseldorf,
Iggy Pop,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Slackers,
Desert Stars,
Symarip,
Bobby Sherman,
Rapeman,
The Knickerbockers,
Lalo Schifrin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dead Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
a-ha,
Laurel Aitken,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Qualms,
The Seeds,
Tubeway Army,
Graham Central Station,
Livin' Joy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fugazi,
Circle Jerks,
Crime,
June of 44,
Kerri Chandler,
Japan,
The Vogues,
the Sonics,
Nas,
David Axelrod,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stereo Dub,
The Leaves,
Terrestrial Tones,
Subhumans,
The Angels of Light,
Can,
Radio Birdman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.