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 Japan and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Trumans Water to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Bronski Beat,
The Cowsills,
Reagan Youth,
Roxy Music,
The Smoke,
Nirvana,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ponytail,
X-Ray Spex,
OOIOO,
Jacques Brel,
Nico,
Todd Rundgren,
The Kinks,
Erasure,
The Neon Judgement,
Kerri Chandler,
Hot Snakes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dawn Penn,
Gabor Szabo,
John Holt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gregory Isaacs,
PIL,
The Invisible,
Altered Images,
Thompson Twins,
The Offenders,
The Martian,
The New Christs,
Porter Ricks,
Aaron Thompson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Intrusion,
Althea and Donna,
The Slackers,
Infiniti,
Tubeway Army,
Parry Music,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
Deakin,
Ken Boothe,
Glenn Branca,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Al Stewart,
Morten Harket,
Dead Boys,
The Searchers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Massinfluence,
Cluster,
the Normal,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eden Ahbez,
Lucky Dragons,
Pagans,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.