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 Lebanon and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ultravox to the grunge 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Juan Atkins,
Pantaleimon,
Eddi Front,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
LL Cool J,
Zapp,
The Five Americans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
This Heat,
Rod Modell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Franke,
World's Most,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dennis Brown,
Marc Almond,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Invisible,
Pharoah Sanders,
10cc,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Donald Byrd,
FM Einheit,
Funky Four + One,
Moss Icon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Martian,
Lucky Dragons,
Rotary Connection,
The Walker Brothers,
Adolescents,
PIL,
Organ,
Moebius,
the Slits,
Scion,
Michelle Simonal,
Charles Mingus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roy Ayers,
Joe Finger,
Connie Case,
Barry Ungar,
Buzzcocks,
The Index,
The Pretty Things,
DNA,
Bauhaus,
H. Thieme,
The Residents,
Mars,
the Germs,
Y Pants,
Bobby Sherman,
The Buckinghams,
The Move,
Joey Negro,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.