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 Seychelles and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Altered Images to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Patti Smith,
Essential Logic,
Iggy Pop,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skriet,
Television,
Skaos,
Aural Exciters,
Alphaville,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Normal,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gap Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Beau Brummels,
X-101,
Reagan Youth,
Mad Mike,
Newcleus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Desert Stars,
Erykah Badu,
R.M.O.,
Robert Hood,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scratch Acid,
Sight & Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Moody Blues,
Carl Craig,
The Fugs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kerrie Biddell,
Colin Newman,
Aloha Tigers,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Kinks,
Maurizio,
Sixth Finger,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Severed Heads,
Howard Jones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Starr,
The Trojans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Harmonia,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sparks,
Audionom,
Johnny Clarke,
Terry Callier,
The Offenders,
Icehouse,
The Golliwogs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.