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 Slovenia and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Janne Schatter to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Cameo,
Reuben Wilson,
Radio Birdman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nico,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dave Gahan,
Excepter,
Deepchord,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Coltrane,
Mars,
Liliput,
KRS-One,
The Electric Prunes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
U.S. Maple,
Organ,
Masters at Work,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ten City,
Pagans,
Stetsasonic,
Blossom Toes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Intrusion,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Qualms,
Skaos,
Slave,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Martian,
Theoretical Girls,
Second Layer,
Swans,
CMW,
Robert Wyatt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crooked Eye,
MDC,
Arcadia,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joe Finger,
Thompson Twins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Young Marble Giants,
Sister Nancy,
Dark Day,
Zapp,
Minnie Riperton,
Isaac Hayes,
Lyres,
Agent Orange,
The Walker Brothers,
Country Teasers,
Swell Maps,
Boredoms,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Funky Four + One,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.