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 Tajikistan and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Dave Clark Five 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pylon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Bananas,
Inner City,
The Motions,
Anthony Braxton,
Prince Buster,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gories,
The Skatalites,
EPMD,
Soft Machine,
Marmalade,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rapeman,
The Searchers,
Nick Fraelich,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Au Pairs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Evens,
The Fall,
Terry Callier,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Sex Pistols,
Talk Talk,
Tres Demented,
Swell Maps,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pole,
Blancmange,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rosa Yemen,
Harmonia,
Zapp,
Juan Atkins,
Popol Vuh,
Hoover,
Los Fastidios,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Basic Channel,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fire Engines,
Carl Craig,
H. Thieme,
The Fuzztones,
Delta 5,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Panda Bear,
Magazine,
The Gun Club,
Derrick May,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.