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 Austria and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the disco 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Matthew Halsall,
Lower 48,
Kerri Chandler,
Mandrill,
Y Pants,
Rosa Yemen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ronnie Foster,
James White and The Blacks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Severed Heads,
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Blossom Toes,
Model 500,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dead C,
Tommy Roe,
Andrew Hill,
Crime,
The Durutti Column,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Al Stewart,
Arthur Verocai,
The Buckinghams,
Idris Muhammad,
La Düsseldorf,
June of 44,
Duran Duran,
The Grass Roots,
Qualms,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Pus,
Easy Going,
The Gun Club,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Suburban Knight,
The Fugs,
Outsiders,
Crispy Ambulance,
Reagan Youth,
Joe Finger,
Roy Ayers,
K-Klass,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crash Course in Science,
Bang On A Can,
Tubeway Army,
Eurythmics,
Make Up,
Das Ding,
Peter & Gordon,
The Stooges,
Monolake,
Flash Fearless,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Victims,
Dave Gahan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kas Product,
Dual Sessions,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.