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 El Salvador and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 David Bowie 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 Matthew Bourne to the punk 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Ludus,
John Cale,
EPMD,
Black Moon,
Chris Corsano,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Archie Shepp,
Tomorrow,
Severed Heads,
Television Personalities,
Khruangbin,
Dead Boys,
Gang Starr,
DNA,
Desert Stars,
The Moleskins,
Scan 7,
Technova,
CMW,
Country Joe & The Fish,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Foxx,
Eli Mardock,
Main Source,
Sällskapet,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Half Japanese,
Lucky Dragons,
The Associates,
Eyeless In Gaza,
OOIOO,
Parry Music,
The Birthday Party,
Henry Cow,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Index,
The Cure,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Godley & Creme,
Cameo,
Moebius,
Byron Stingily,
Chrome,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Patti Smith,
Moby Grape,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Pus,
Faust,
Franke,
The Zeros,
Joensuu 1685,
Arab on Radar,
The Victims,
Kayak,
Lee Hazlewood,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sound,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.