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 Paraguay and from Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Robert Palmer 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 Charles Mingus to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Skarface,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deepchord,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Niagra,
Mo-Dettes,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Human League,
Rufus Thomas,
World's Most,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quando Quango,
Roy Ayers,
The Grass Roots,
a-ha,
Charles Mingus,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Flag,
Alton Ellis,
Jawbox,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bang On A Can,
Maurizio,
Camouflage,
Warren Ellis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soulsonic Force,
Eli Mardock,
The Gladiators,
Jerry's Kids,
Crash Course in Science,
Joe Smooth,
The Moody Blues,
Buzzcocks,
Roxette,
Michelle Simonal,
Funky Four + One,
Wasted Youth,
Skriet,
The Misunderstood,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Donald Byrd,
Porter Ricks,
Pulsallama,
China Crisis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Moon,
DJ Sneak,
Mad Mike,
Eric Dolphy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Skaos,
The Offenders,
The Trojans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pole,
The Vogues,
The Electric Prunes,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.