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 Italy and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 U.S. Maple to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Bob Dylan,
Hasil Adkins,
Average White Band,
Lyres,
The Blackbyrds,
Excepter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ice-T,
Motorama,
The Remains,
Jesper Dahlback,
Donny Hathaway,
Crash Course in Science,
Technova,
The Smoke,
Connie Case,
Ken Boothe,
Goldenarms,
Minnie Riperton,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Shoche,
the Bar-Kays,
UT,
Boz Scaggs,
Tom Boy,
Soft Machine,
MDC,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sam Rivers,
Monolake,
Nico,
The Count Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rekid,
Black Moon,
Lou Christie,
These Immortal Souls,
Swans,
EPMD,
Tres Demented,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Doors,
The Standells,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chrome,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Invisible,
ABC,
The Flesh Eaters,
Henry Cow,
Cybotron,
Quantec,
Erasure,
Black Sheep,
the Sonics,
Joyce Sims,
The Tremeloes,
Little Man,
Arab on Radar,
Underground Resistance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun Ra,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.