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 United Kingdom and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soft Machine to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Ronnie Foster,
Guru Guru,
Massinfluence,
Urselle,
the Normal,
Bronski Beat,
John Lydon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gabor Szabo,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cowsills,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Amon Düül,
Crime,
Prince Buster,
The Tremeloes,
48th St. Collective,
Lakeside,
Eurythmics,
The Saints,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aswad,
The Litter,
Swell Maps,
Ken Boothe,
PIL,
Tomorrow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wings,
The Gladiators,
Agitation Free,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Raincoats,
The Gories,
Rakim,
Niagra,
Letta Mbulu,
Johnny Clarke,
Joe Smooth,
The Fortunes,
Eddi Front,
David Bowie,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Youth Brigade,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minnie Riperton,
E-Dancer,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jeff Lynne,
ABC,
Arab on Radar,
Buzzcocks,
John Coltrane,
Tubeway Army,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.