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 Bangladesh and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Seeds to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Roy Ayers,
The Beau Brummels,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Colin Newman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scott Walker,
Ultravox,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Y Pants,
Stereo Dub,
Susan Cadogan,
Mark Hollis,
The J.B.'s,
The Gories,
The Angels of Light,
Matthew Bourne,
Q and Not U,
Piero Umiliani,
Unrelated Segments,
Deadbeat,
Circle Jerks,
Quantec,
Alphaville,
The Misunderstood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Althea and Donna,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Martian,
Alice Coltrane,
Erykah Badu,
Glenn Branca,
Adolescents,
Barbara Tucker,
ABBA,
Johnny Osbourne,
Procol Harum,
The Names,
The Raincoats,
The Litter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wally Richardson,
Ossler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tres Demented,
T. Rex,
Dual Sessions,
the Swans,
Heaven 17,
The Toasters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deepchord,
Toni Rubio,
Model 500,
Aaron Thompson,
R.M.O.,
James White and The Blacks,
Public Enemy,
John Foxx,
Sun Ra,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.