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 Nauru and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Motions to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
48th St. Collective,
Zapp,
Camberwell Now,
The Moody Blues,
Scott Walker,
Franke,
Little Man,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeff Lynne,
Moebius,
The Techniques,
kango's stein massive,
Fat Boys,
Radiohead,
Eli Mardock,
Black Sheep,
World's Most,
Black Flag,
New Age Steppers,
The Blues Magoos,
The Dave Clark Five,
Magma,
The Index,
Negative Approach,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Matthew Bourne,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter & Gordon,
Joe Smooth,
Skarface,
Roy Ayers,
Skaos,
H. Thieme,
the Sonics,
Infiniti,
Godley & Creme,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The United States of America,
Hoover,
Slick Rick,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boredoms,
The Selecter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lakeside,
The Remains,
Young Marble Giants,
The Angels of Light,
Grauzone,
Ken Boothe,
The Knickerbockers,
The Slits,
Robert Wyatt,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
The Durutti Column,
Youth Brigade,
Drexciya,
Josef K,
Royal Trux,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.