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 Libya and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare 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 Whodini to the dance 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Thompson Twins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Amazonics,
Henry Cow,
Soul II Soul,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Negative Approach,
Eli Mardock,
Agitation Free,
Kayak,
World's Most,
The Busters,
Moss Icon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Litter,
The Trojans,
Anthony Braxton,
Severed Heads,
Todd Rundgren,
The Saints,
Technova,
The Motions,
The Misunderstood,
Black Moon,
Ludus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
UT,
LL Cool J,
the Swans,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Five Americans,
the Normal,
Fat Boys,
Pole,
Swans,
The Vogues,
The Pretty Things,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Can,
Scratch Acid,
Marine Girls,
Country Teasers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Malaria!,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roxy Music,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alice Coltrane,
Lungfish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fear,
Moebius,
Suicide,
Mars,
Rekid,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Magma,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.