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 Liberia and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 Ken Boothe to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Matthew Halsall,
Depeche Mode,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minutemen,
Sight & Sound,
Ituana,
Nik Kershaw,
Ohio Players,
Fat Boys,
Rotary Connection,
The Offenders,
The Cowsills,
The Monks,
Animal Collective,
Visage,
Television Personalities,
Neil Young,
Thompson Twins,
Pussy Galore,
Don Cherry,
Prince Buster,
Essential Logic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Glenn Branca,
Suicide,
Faraquet,
Unrelated Segments,
The Techniques,
Fela Kuti,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Warren Ellis,
The Fall,
New Order,
Tommy Roe,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Litter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Interpol,
Chris Corsano,
Japan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cymande,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mandrill,
One Last Wish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Severed Heads,
Spandau Ballet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Malaria!,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ronnie Foster,
The Vogues,
Aswad,
Alphaville,
Scott Walker,
Lucky Dragons,
Howard Jones,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang Green,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.