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 Rwanda and from Jakarta.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Crispian St. Peters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
The Gun Club,
Altered Images,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cal Tjader,
Heaven 17,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Henry Cow,
Cybotron,
Chrome,
Bizarre Inc.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bootsy Collins,
Suicide,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mars,
D'Angelo,
Television Personalities,
In Retrospect,
Steve Hackett,
Brand Nubian,
the Soft Cell,
CMW,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Womack,
Peter and Kerry,
Fear,
Organ,
Symarip,
Desert Stars,
Rapeman,
Simply Red,
The Neon Judgement,
Andrew Hill,
The Raincoats,
Slick Rick,
Clear Light,
Thee Headcoats,
Kaleidoscope,
Roger Hodgson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dead Boys,
The Star Department,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Blues Magoos,
Joy Division,
Scan 7,
Judy Mowatt,
Lindisfarne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ituana,
T. Rex,
Flash Fearless,
The Grass Roots,
Mark Hollis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Skarface,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.