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 Ecuador 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Michael McDonald 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 Glenn Branca to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Qualms,
Fad Gadget,
X-101,
The Kinks,
Ornette Coleman,
E-Dancer,
Anthony Braxton,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Simply Red,
Monks,
Sugar Minott,
Faraquet,
The American Breed,
Black Bananas,
Quando Quango,
Porter Ricks,
The Victims,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Martian,
Basic Channel,
Livin' Joy,
The Doors,
Bang On A Can,
The Trojans,
DNA,
the Germs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lyres,
Smog,
Ultra Naté,
Marc Almond,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Moody Blues,
Intrusion,
Girls At Our Best!,
Shuggie Otis,
Grey Daturas,
Deepchord,
The Residents,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Starr,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soulsonic Force,
Joe Finger,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Techniques,
Pussy Galore,
Lalann,
Fluxion,
Oblivians,
Warren Ellis,
UT,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.