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 Portugal and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Trojans to the funk 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Monks,
Soft Cell,
Can,
Gang of Four,
Gong,
X-102,
Curtis Mayfield,
Charles Mingus,
Joy Division,
Organ,
Bill Near,
Bobby Sherman,
Letta Mbulu,
kango's stein massive,
Essential Logic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Accadde A,
The Beau Brummels,
Roxy Music,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alton Ellis,
Mission of Burma,
the Soft Cell,
Thee Headcoats,
The Kinks,
Neu!,
Rekid,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gladiators,
James White and The Blacks,
Chris Corsano,
Sam Rivers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sandy B,
The Fall,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Reed,
Aural Exciters,
Oneida,
Jandek,
KRS-One,
Morten Harket,
Dawn Penn,
The Doors,
The Real Kids,
Panda Bear,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skaos,
Vladislav Delay,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cal Tjader,
Sparks,
Rites of Spring,
Sixth Finger,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.