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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Lower 48,
T. Rex,
Ten City,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rufus Thomas,
Sight & Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Prince Buster,
The Walker Brothers,
Yazoo,
Andrew Hill,
Agent Orange,
Fatback Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dennis Brown,
Cybotron,
Whodini,
Black Pus,
Scion,
Jawbox,
Deepchord,
Bronski Beat,
The Mojo Men,
Sexual Harrassment,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pussy Galore,
Crash Course in Science,
The Busters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Icehouse,
Wally Richardson,
In Retrospect,
Eric Copeland,
Henry Cow,
Pantaleimon,
Fad Gadget,
Ronan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Thee Headcoats,
Oblivians,
DNA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
a-ha,
Stockholm Monsters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Country Teasers,
Quantec,
Josef K,
Mandrill,
Lucky Dragons,
Toni Rubio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bluetip,
Spandau Ballet,
New Order,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Quadrant,
Davy DMX,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.