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 New Zealand and from Lyon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes 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 Tears for Fears to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Hasil Adkins,
Marvin Gaye,
Parry Music,
The Skatalites,
Icehouse,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lungfish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dave Clark Five,
Swell Maps,
DJ Style,
U.S. Maple,
Wally Richardson,
The Raincoats,
Mark Hollis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rapeman,
Tom Boy,
the Swans,
Absolute Body Control,
Sonic Youth,
Japan,
Deepchord,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Real Kids,
Thompson Twins,
The Fall,
Half Japanese,
JFA,
The Angels of Light,
Country Teasers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sugar Minott,
Dark Day,
Sun Ra,
Q and Not U,
John Cale,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Harry Pussy,
Minor Threat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joensuu 1685,
Tears for Fears,
Terry Callier,
This Heat,
Michelle Simonal,
Duran Duran,
cv313,
Spandau Ballet,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Fania All-Stars,
Moby Grape,
Panda Bear,
Juan Atkins,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sonics,
La Düsseldorf,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brass Construction,
Steve Hackett,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.