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 Gambia and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba 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 Alison Limerick to the dance 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Cecil Taylor,
The Human League,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gap Band,
Aswad,
Lyres,
Jeff Mills,
the Normal,
a-ha,
Pylon,
Pantytec,
Panda Bear,
Depeche Mode,
Fear,
The Mummies,
The United States of America,
One Last Wish,
Ice-T,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marmalade,
Pantaleimon,
Royal Trux,
John Coltrane,
Big Daddy Kane,
B.T. Express,
Idris Muhammad,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scientists,
X-102,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thee Headcoats,
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Judy Mowatt,
Agent Orange,
Cameo,
Todd Rundgren,
The Names,
The Moleskins,
James White and The Blacks,
Franke,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mandrill,
Darondo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ronan,
The Evens,
The Martian,
Supertramp,
CMW,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cowsills,
Gang Green,
Visage,
The Saints,
Maleditus Sound,
Eddi Front,
Qualms,
The Electric Prunes,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.