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 Qatar and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Deepchord to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
The Names,
Freddie Wadling,
Arthur Verocai,
Trumans Water,
Steve Hackett,
Stiv Bators,
the Association,
Derrick May,
Janne Schatter,
Ludus,
Model 500,
Barclay James Harvest,
X-102,
Soft Machine,
China Crisis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Junior Murvin,
The Trojans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Johnny Osbourne,
LL Cool J,
H. Thieme,
Lindisfarne,
Sonic Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Magazine,
The Fall,
Television Personalities,
Banda Bassotti,
Derrick Morgan,
The Misunderstood,
Maleditus Sound,
Terry Callier,
Eddi Front,
Morten Harket,
Eve St. Jones,
Deadbeat,
Mantronix,
Los Fastidios,
Minnie Riperton,
Todd Rundgren,
Funkadelic,
Monks,
Lower 48,
Lalann,
Roxy Music,
UT,
Blancmange,
Fatback Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
World's Most,
Panda Bear,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mr. Review,
Marcia Griffiths,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
David McCallum,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.