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 Kosovo and from Delhi.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Roger Hodgson to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Qualms,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Basic Channel,
Ossler,
Visage,
Moebius,
The Vogues,
The Happenings,
Bootsy Collins,
Rekid,
The Move,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rosa Yemen,
Main Source,
Jacques Brel,
Mantronix,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Star Department,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Cale,
Nils Olav,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Womack,
Charles Mingus,
Parry Music,
The Count Five,
Second Layer,
Hashim,
Nas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sparks,
Absolute Body Control,
Oblivians,
AZ,
Television,
Section 25,
The Searchers,
Grey Daturas,
FM Einheit,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moss Icon,
the Swans,
Severed Heads,
Desert Stars,
Scratch Acid,
Blossom Toes,
Index,
The Kinks,
Graham Central Station,
CMW,
Gichy Dan,
The Modern Lovers,
Bronski Beat,
Angry Samoans,
Skriet,
The Selecter,
Blake Baxter,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.