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 Botswana and from Woodstock.
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 Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Tom Verlaine 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 A Certain Ratio to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
The Music Machine,
Von Mondo,
The Mummies,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eli Mardock,
Lungfish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Erykah Badu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Reed,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Slackers,
Stereo Dub,
Sparks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pharoah Sanders,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Warren Ellis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultravox,
T. Rex,
the Human League,
Arthur Verocai,
Barrington Levy,
the Slits,
Fela Kuti,
Circle Jerks,
Angry Samoans,
Janne Schatter,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tomorrow,
Pantaleimon,
JFA,
Neu!,
Trumans Water,
Sun Ra,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Wake,
Quantec,
Steve Hackett,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Association,
Radiohead,
Deadbeat,
Goldenarms,
The Cowsills,
Danielle Patucci,
The Blues Magoos,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roxette,
Joyce Sims,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Faraquet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roy Ayers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.