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 Sierra Leone and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 Marmalade to the jazz 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott Heron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
Swell Maps,
David Bowie,
Skaos,
Marcia Griffiths,
Arcadia,
Boredoms,
The Martian,
Godley & Creme,
MDC,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ten City,
Black Bananas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tim Buckley,
Traffic Nightmare,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Oblivians,
Eddi Front,
DNA,
Andrew Hill,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Germs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jandek,
The Searchers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Move,
the Human League,
The Wake,
Deadbeat,
The Angels of Light,
Aural Exciters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Colin Newman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
CMW,
Nico,
The Gap Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Pulsallama,
EPMD,
Dawn Penn,
ABBA,
KRS-One,
The Buckinghams,
Scion,
Vladislav Delay,
Sister Nancy,
Infiniti,
Tomorrow,
Wings,
Television,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.