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 Liechtenstein and from Toronto.
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 Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Robert Hood to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Cybotron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Man Parrish,
Dual Sessions,
The Associates,
Kaleidoscope,
Connie Case,
Pantaleimon,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Peter & Gordon,
Cameo,
A Certain Ratio,
Jacob Miller,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pharoah Sanders,
Goldenarms,
June Days,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Judy Mowatt,
Rakim,
Hoover,
The Seeds,
The Index,
R.M.O.,
Steve Hackett,
Joy Division,
Mark Hollis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Das Ding,
Wally Richardson,
Mr. Review,
the Bar-Kays,
Surgeon,
The Misunderstood,
Harpers Bizarre,
These Immortal Souls,
Mantronix,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Audionom,
U.S. Maple,
Moebius,
Bobby Sherman,
Yaz,
Symarip,
The Victims,
Main Source,
Neil Young,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gabor Szabo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Metal Thangz,
Trumans Water,
The Velvet Underground,
Jeff Lynne,
The Dave Clark Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roxette,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.