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 Syria and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Al Stewart to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Chris & Cosey,
Scientists,
Khruangbin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Index,
Jeff Lynne,
Charles Mingus,
Audionom,
Brass Construction,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jesper Dahlback,
June Days,
Fatback Band,
The Trojans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fire Engines,
Oblivians,
Moby Grape,
Sex Pistols,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nick Fraelich,
X-101,
The Motions,
Can,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Country Teasers,
The Smoke,
Soft Cell,
Gichy Dan,
Parry Music,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grandmaster Flash,
MC5,
Whodini,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minutemen,
Mad Mike,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mr. Review,
the Association,
Average White Band,
Eddi Front,
Trumans Water,
Marine Girls,
Yazoo,
Quantec,
Mission of Burma,
In Retrospect,
Lower 48,
Kerrie Biddell,
Derrick Morgan,
Chrome,
Stetsasonic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pierre Henry,
Matthew Bourne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.