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 Bremen.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Desert Stars to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
The Busters,
ABBA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Interpol,
Jawbox,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Procol Harum,
John Lydon,
New Order,
Yellowson,
The Mummies,
Man Eating Sloth,
Man Parrish,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Wyatt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Knickerbockers,
Nik Kershaw,
Depeche Mode,
Ossler,
Jandek,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stiv Bators,
Amon Düül,
Neu!,
The Gories,
The Monks,
Index,
Kerri Chandler,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gun Club,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crooked Eye,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Techniques,
The Real Kids,
Max Romeo,
Rapeman,
Byron Stingily,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Golliwogs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fatback Band,
Danielle Patucci,
LL Cool J,
The Buckinghams,
Faraquet,
The Happenings,
The Modern Lovers,
Steve Hackett,
KRS-One,
Matthew Bourne,
The Pretty Things,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rhythm & Sound,
Slick Rick,
The Beau Brummels,
OOIOO,
The Flesh Eaters,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.