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 Tonga and from Delhi.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mighty Diamonds to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Colin Newman,
The Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rotary Connection,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Anthony Braxton,
Deadbeat,
Mandrill,
Bobby Sherman,
L. Decosne,
The Gories,
Sun Ra,
E-Dancer,
Malaria!,
June Days,
The Monochrome Set,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Görl,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minor Threat,
Graham Central Station,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yaz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Star Department,
Model 500,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Derrick May,
Joe Smooth,
ABC,
The Move,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Faraquet,
These Immortal Souls,
Tomorrow,
Cluster,
Toni Rubio,
Pussy Galore,
The Vogues,
Quantec,
Public Image Ltd.,
Freddie Wadling,
Warren Ellis,
Neu!,
Nick Fraelich,
Fad Gadget,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Green,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Smoke,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bob Dylan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Blancmange,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.