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 Finland and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 Roxy Music to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Monks,
Dual Sessions,
The Sound,
Nico,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minor Threat,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sandy B,
The Evens,
La Düsseldorf,
Television Personalities,
Pole,
Blossom Toes,
Echospace,
Arab on Radar,
Crime,
The Dead C,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mission of Burma,
DNA,
Saccharine Trust,
Porter Ricks,
OOIOO,
Monolake,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
E-Dancer,
Public Image Ltd.,
Model 500,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kas Product,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jawbox,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tubeway Army,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Womack,
Aloha Tigers,
Surgeon,
The Martian,
ABBA,
The Leaves,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roxette,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Sheep,
Man Parrish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yazoo,
Chris & Cosey,
Sound Behaviour,
Judy Mowatt,
Skaos,
D'Angelo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.