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 Guinea-Bissau and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Audionom,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alice Coltrane,
Terry Callier,
Alison Limerick,
Wasted Youth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bob Dylan,
Dawn Penn,
Liliput,
Lalann,
Neil Young,
Janne Schatter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
T.S.O.L.,
The Count Five,
Aaron Thompson,
The Residents,
The Trojans,
The Blackbyrds,
Rosa Yemen,
Bootsy Collins,
The Doors,
Gregory Isaacs,
Malaria!,
Pierre Henry,
Rapeman,
OOIOO,
Maurizio,
Wally Richardson,
Robert Hood,
John Cale,
Amon Düül,
Eric Dolphy,
Bill Near,
Sex Pistols,
Hot Snakes,
Stetsasonic,
the Bar-Kays,
Brand Nubian,
Unrelated Segments,
Ornette Coleman,
R.M.O.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mo-Dettes,
Ronan,
The Grass Roots,
Tres Demented,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Real Kids,
The Fuzztones,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Pus,
The Human League,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sight & Sound,
Lyres,
Freddie Wadling,
Avey Tare,
The Techniques,
Von Mondo,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.