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 Suriname and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 Gong to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord 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 snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Altered Images,
Radio Birdman,
Severed Heads,
Scrapy,
Henry Cow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Clear Light,
The Saints,
The Searchers,
Michelle Simonal,
John Foxx,
Harry Pussy,
Lee Hazlewood,
U.S. Maple,
Prince Buster,
Pantaleimon,
Maurizio,
T. Rex,
The Gladiators,
X-Ray Spex,
Television Personalities,
Josef K,
Peter and Kerry,
Sarah Menescal,
Gong,
B.T. Express,
The Smoke,
Skriet,
Lungfish,
Monks,
The Count Five,
T.S.O.L.,
Aswad,
Basic Channel,
Cameo,
Wasted Youth,
Jandek,
Brand Nubian,
Barbara Tucker,
Rekid,
Soft Cell,
the Bar-Kays,
Steve Hackett,
The Litter,
John Cale,
Flipper,
The Misunderstood,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Black Dice,
Electric Prunes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Accadde A,
Quando Quango,
Radiohead,
Lalann,
Susan Cadogan,
Cecil Taylor,
the Normal,
Absolute Body Control,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.