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 Maldives and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Man Parrish,
Tim Buckley,
Mars,
Tears for Fears,
Faraquet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mad Mike,
E-Dancer,
Depeche Mode,
Barbara Tucker,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yazoo,
Lakeside,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gap Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Silicon Teens,
X-102,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Drive Like Jehu,
Matthew Bourne,
Anakelly,
Crash Course in Science,
The Velvet Underground,
Michelle Simonal,
Deepchord,
Charles Mingus,
Lucky Dragons,
Brand Nubian,
The Fall,
Throbbing Gristle,
Quadrant,
Oblivians,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Magma,
Dawn Penn,
Lightning Bolt,
Hot Snakes,
Pierre Henry,
The Standells,
The Knickerbockers,
Blake Baxter,
World's Most,
the Slits,
MDC,
The Cramps,
Erykah Badu,
Main Source,
Animal Collective,
The J.B.'s,
The Wake,
New York Dolls,
Eve St. Jones,
Monks,
Theoretical Girls,
Audionom,
Masters at Work,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.