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 Panama and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Pop Group to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sister Nancy,
Toni Rubio,
Kurtis Blow,
The Motions,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
ABC,
Flash Fearless,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
These Immortal Souls,
The Standells,
Tears for Fears,
Average White Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Radio Birdman,
Cybotron,
Nirvana,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Henry Cow,
Jacques Brel,
Minnie Riperton,
Theoretical Girls,
Trumans Water,
Deepchord,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eurythmics,
Pere Ubu,
Hot Snakes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Khruangbin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lalo Schifrin,
Los Fastidios,
Ossler,
The Fall,
Black Moon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lightning Bolt,
Mark Hollis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Gang Dance,
New Age Steppers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skriet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fela Kuti,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yusef Lateef,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barclay James Harvest,
F. McDonald,
The Mojo Men,
Lindisfarne,
Black Sheep,
Yazoo,
the Slits,
Zapp,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.