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 Tajikistan and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Metal Thangz to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Average White Band,
Absolute Body Control,
The J.B.'s,
The Techniques,
Harmonia,
Rakim,
Scientists,
MC5,
T.S.O.L.,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter & Gordon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brothers Johnson,
the Germs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Spoonie Gee,
Ice-T,
Pylon,
Howard Jones,
Intrusion,
Althea and Donna,
Arcadia,
Henry Cow,
The United States of America,
The Doors,
The Smiths,
Minnie Riperton,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Little Man,
Sly & The Family Stone,
kango's stein massive,
Electric Prunes,
Hashim,
Lower 48,
Aloha Tigers,
Malaria!,
DNA,
Depeche Mode,
Adolescents,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nik Kershaw,
Urselle,
Guru Guru,
Mantronix,
Traffic Nightmare,
Das Ding,
Can,
Lalann,
Marmalade,
Morten Harket,
Todd Terry,
Sam Rivers,
The Monochrome Set,
Pole,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Coltrane,
Delta 5,
Chris & Cosey,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
In Retrospect,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Skatalites,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.