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 Japan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 Altered Images to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
The Electric Prunes,
Mad Mike,
Bill Wells,
Pylon,
Quadrant,
DNA,
Cymande,
Ice-T,
Barry Ungar,
One Last Wish,
Davy DMX,
Barrington Levy,
the Germs,
Spoonie Gee,
Quando Quango,
The Grass Roots,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ituana,
The Busters,
Iggy Pop,
The Young Rascals,
Severed Heads,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Soft Cell,
Soft Cell,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Litter,
Minny Pops,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Negative Approach,
Schoolly D,
Suburban Knight,
The Star Department,
Sandy B,
Jesper Dahlback,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Shoche,
John Holt,
Heaven 17,
The Gap Band,
Wasted Youth,
Flash Fearless,
Joe Finger,
Steve Hackett,
Zapp,
Warren Ellis,
Arab on Radar,
Hasil Adkins,
Marine Girls,
Rites of Spring,
Godley & Creme,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moby Grape,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Byrd,
Public Enemy,
Neil Young,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roy Ayers,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.