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 Czech Republic and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Donald Byrd to the disco 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
The Slits,
La Düsseldorf,
James White and The Blacks,
Underground Resistance,
Black Pus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Circle Jerks,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fortunes,
Massinfluence,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Toasters,
Ice-T,
The Fugs,
Jacob Miller,
Nick Fraelich,
Rites of Spring,
Aswad,
Moss Icon,
Mark Hollis,
The Stooges,
Leonard Cohen,
Prince Buster,
Cybotron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Suburban Knight,
LL Cool J,
10cc,
The Standells,
Symarip,
World's Most,
Motorama,
Arcadia,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Invisible,
The Vogues,
X-Ray Spex,
Scratch Acid,
Electric Prunes,
Saccharine Trust,
The Offenders,
Nils Olav,
Q65,
8 Eyed Spy,
Flash Fearless,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Blossom Toes,
The Residents,
Royal Trux,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang Green,
OOIOO,
Terry Callier,
Marmalade,
Altered Images,
Gang Gang Dance,
Index,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.