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 Madagascar and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Jacques Brel to the electroclash 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Lou Christie,
Make Up,
Judy Mowatt,
Severed Heads,
Glambeats Corp.,
The J.B.'s,
Mr. Review,
The Smoke,
Bluetip,
New Age Steppers,
the Swans,
Reuben Wilson,
Todd Rundgren,
The Searchers,
Sexual Harrassment,
H. Thieme,
The Grass Roots,
Grey Daturas,
Saccharine Trust,
The Knickerbockers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quadrant,
Kurtis Blow,
Crime,
Jacques Brel,
Mo-Dettes,
Bronski Beat,
Pagans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wally Richardson,
Funkadelic,
Drexciya,
The Residents,
Rod Modell,
The Young Rascals,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nirvana,
Throbbing Gristle,
Silicon Teens,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mantronix,
The Fortunes,
the Sonics,
Guru Guru,
Shoche,
Alton Ellis,
Zapp,
Althea and Donna,
Cybotron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Misunderstood,
Scan 7,
Cal Tjader,
The Barracudas,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eddi Front,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.