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 Kuwait and from Manchester.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bobby Womack to the jazz 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Deakin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
June of 44,
Essential Logic,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bob Dylan,
The Mojo Men,
Siglo XX,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Metal Thangz,
Prince Buster,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rod Modell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Davy DMX,
Urselle,
Henry Cow,
Godley & Creme,
Q and Not U,
Bauhaus,
Cheater Slicks,
Lakeside,
Arab on Radar,
David Bowie,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Audionom,
Ludus,
John Holt,
Jacques Brel,
L. Decosne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Zero Boys,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Schoolly D,
Roxy Music,
Tropical Tobacco,
One Last Wish,
The Raincoats,
Roger Hodgson,
Marmalade,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Smiths,
Mad Mike,
Bronski Beat,
Sexual Harrassment,
Todd Rundgren,
MC5,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Wyatt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Motorama,
Crime,
Adolescents,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.