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 Laos and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes 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 the Swans to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Youth Brigade,
Magma,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lalann,
Icehouse,
Dennis Brown,
Eli Mardock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rakim,
Ohio Players,
Essential Logic,
Steve Hackett,
Sällskapet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DNA,
The Young Rascals,
Pole,
Mantronix,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Mojo Men,
Los Fastidios,
Scan 7,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mars,
The Velvet Underground,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mark Hollis,
Dual Sessions,
Skriet,
Supertramp,
Rhythm & Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Talk Talk,
Hasil Adkins,
The Wake,
Yazoo,
Altered Images,
The Star Department,
Laurel Aitken,
Heaven 17,
Black Flag,
Bobbi Humphrey,
a-ha,
The Alarm Clocks,
Susan Cadogan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yaz,
Circle Jerks,
Eric Copeland,
Jacques Brel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Swans,
Bush Tetras,
The Leaves,
Franke,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.