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 Lebanon and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sound Behaviour to the disco 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ohio Players,
Nick Fraelich,
Wally Richardson,
Faust,
the Association,
the Slits,
Johnny Osbourne,
Silicon Teens,
Lindisfarne,
Second Layer,
Severed Heads,
Tres Demented,
Judy Mowatt,
Newcleus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gladiators,
Girls At Our Best!,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Absolute Body Control,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Erykah Badu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Camberwell Now,
AZ,
Liliput,
Anthony Braxton,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gap Band,
Crime,
Letta Mbulu,
Unwound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jeff Lynne,
Quando Quango,
Alison Limerick,
Terry Callier,
Amazonics,
Black Bananas,
Stetsasonic,
the Germs,
Minnie Riperton,
Symarip,
Brass Construction,
The Last Poets,
Guru Guru,
Scion,
Adolescents,
The Fugs,
Marc Almond,
Country Teasers,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Al Stewart,
D'Angelo,
Gong,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.