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 Turkmenistan and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eddi Front to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Ultravox,
Joensuu 1685,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pet Shop Boys,
Section 25,
Yusef Lateef,
Anthony Braxton,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ituana,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The American Breed,
Blancmange,
The Angels of Light,
The Cramps,
Suicide,
The Victims,
Roy Ayers,
Nico,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fuzztones,
Hot Snakes,
The Beau Brummels,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Names,
Chris Corsano,
K-Klass,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Judy Mowatt,
Monolake,
Electric Prunes,
10cc,
Jerry's Kids,
Brick,
John Coltrane,
Aaron Thompson,
Warren Ellis,
Con Funk Shun,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pulsallama,
Audionom,
The Black Dice,
Spoonie Gee,
Spandau Ballet,
CMW,
Eli Mardock,
The Invisible,
Oneida,
Gichy Dan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Görl,
Byron Stingily,
Whodini,
Mad Mike,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Trojans,
Fela Kuti,
Matthew Halsall,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.