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 Cambodia and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ultravox to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Monks,
Delta 5,
CMW,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cowsills,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David Bowie,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pylon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Divine Comedy,
Donny Hathaway,
The Index,
Cameo,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Coltrane,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric Dolphy,
Q and Not U,
Infiniti,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gabor Szabo,
D'Angelo,
Adolescents,
Jacob Miller,
Vainqueur,
The Gladiators,
The Cure,
World's Most,
Franke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Monochrome Set,
Sun City Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
Popol Vuh,
Wings,
Anakelly,
JFA,
8 Eyed Spy,
Amon Düül,
Grauzone,
Archie Shepp,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Das Ding,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yazoo,
Wolf Eyes,
Unrelated Segments,
Ohio Players,
Fluxion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Green,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bauhaus,
Whodini,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
B.T. Express,
Soft Cell,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.