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 East Timor and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Robert Palmer 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 Icehouse to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
PIL,
Spandau Ballet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Tremeloes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mo-Dettes,
Lakeside,
Yusef Lateef,
Angry Samoans,
The Evens,
Cluster,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ludus,
Kas Product,
The Names,
The Pretty Things,
Radiohead,
Faraquet,
The Dead C,
Soulsonic Force,
The Zeros,
Lalann,
Camouflage,
Livin' Joy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wasted Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
Erasure,
Minny Pops,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Albert Ayler,
Surgeon,
Robert Görl,
The Electric Prunes,
Brothers Johnson,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Archie Shepp,
Dave Gahan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fluxion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mission of Burma,
China Crisis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pole,
The Searchers,
Clear Light,
Visage,
Anakelly,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Smiths,
Connie Case,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neil Young,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.