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 Dominica and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the disco 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Procol Harum,
Jacques Brel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sarah Menescal,
Urselle,
Pere Ubu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Monks,
Kas Product,
Bill Near,
Delon & Dalcan,
Thompson Twins,
Black Moon,
The Residents,
These Immortal Souls,
the Swans,
Technova,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cheater Slicks,
Skriet,
Mantronix,
Royal Trux,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang Starr,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Smoke,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gichy Dan,
Siglo XX,
This Heat,
Electric Prunes,
The Knickerbockers,
Simply Red,
The United States of America,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Wake,
New Order,
Gastr Del Sol,
Derrick Morgan,
Youth Brigade,
Jacob Miller,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Talk Talk,
Rod Modell,
Los Fastidios,
MC5,
The Birthday Party,
D'Angelo,
David Axelrod,
John Coltrane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Echospace,
Bob Dylan,
Barrington Levy,
The New Christs,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.