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 Thailand and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Royal Trux to the crunk 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
OOIOO,
Black Bananas,
Alice Coltrane,
Juan Atkins,
Funkadelic,
X-102,
The Buckinghams,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Sherman,
The Smiths,
Ultra Naté,
Siglo XX,
The Birthday Party,
The Blackbyrds,
Terry Callier,
Zero Boys,
Steve Hackett,
Mantronix,
Slick Rick,
Donny Hathaway,
Lee Hazlewood,
Supertramp,
Cluster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Searchers,
Ten City,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Charles Mingus,
the Normal,
The Dirtbombs,
Ice-T,
Cameo,
Arab on Radar,
The Beau Brummels,
Urselle,
Cecil Taylor,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Henry Cow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hot Snakes,
The Modern Lovers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roxy Music,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pole,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Technova,
The Monks,
Kenny Larkin,
Faust,
Monks,
Jeff Lynne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tears for Fears,
The Durutti Column,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Chris Corsano,
Hashim,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.