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 Hungary and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jesper Dahlback to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Tubeway Army,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moby Grape,
Y Pants,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Shoche,
The Invisible,
The Knickerbockers,
Sister Nancy,
Deepchord,
Nils Olav,
Steve Hackett,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sam Rivers,
The New Christs,
Hoover,
Main Source,
Black Moon,
Lou Reed,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Wake,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fluxion,
Gerry Rafferty,
Franke,
Johnny Clarke,
Khruangbin,
Idris Muhammad,
Man Parrish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scrapy,
Inner City,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Swans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Albert Ayler,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Divine Comedy,
T.S.O.L.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Little Man,
Pagans,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Sherman,
Model 500,
Dawn Penn,
The Remains,
Slick Rick,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Section 25,
Soft Machine,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sarah Menescal,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.