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 Malaysia and from Spokane.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gerry Rafferty to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Sarah Menescal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fad Gadget,
Sister Nancy,
Television,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Khruangbin,
New York Dolls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pere Ubu,
The Human League,
Porter Ricks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
June of 44,
Bobby Byrd,
Wire,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Anthony Braxton,
Bush Tetras,
Sandy B,
The Music Machine,
The Stooges,
Minor Threat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crispian St. Peters,
Parry Music,
Eurythmics,
Bill Wells,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Suburban Knight,
Black Bananas,
Scott Walker,
Mission of Burma,
Jacques Brel,
Spoonie Gee,
John Foxx,
The Detroit Cobras,
Royal Trux,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yellowson,
The Wake,
The Black Dice,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alphaville,
The Smiths,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Theoretical Girls,
Josef K,
Swans,
New Age Steppers,
Nico,
Average White Band,
The Fuzztones,
Donald Byrd,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Moebius,
Robert Görl,
R.M.O.,
Metal Thangz,
Lakeside,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.