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 East Timor and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the rock 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Rhythm & Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Slick Rick,
Fluxion,
Subhumans,
MC5,
Young Marble Giants,
Wings,
Outsiders,
Parry Music,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Pulsallama,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Todd Rundgren,
Henry Cow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Blancmange,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Morten Harket,
The Music Machine,
Intrusion,
China Crisis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lyres,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Standells,
Stiv Bators,
Underground Resistance,
Index,
The Smiths,
Wasted Youth,
H. Thieme,
Desert Stars,
The Moody Blues,
U.S. Maple,
The Detroit Cobras,
Simply Red,
Monks,
Barbara Tucker,
Skarface,
Heaven 17,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scion,
Matthew Bourne,
Inner City,
Roxy Music,
Radiohead,
Peter and Kerry,
DJ Style,
48th St. Collective,
The American Breed,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Duran Duran,
Main Source,
EPMD,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Todd Terry,
June Days,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.