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 Sudan and from Spokane.
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 Bologna and Madrid.
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 marimba 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 The Zeros to the funk 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Modern Lovers,
The Real Kids,
Byron Stingily,
The Vogues,
The Five Americans,
Darondo,
Echospace,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Man Parrish,
These Immortal Souls,
The Tremeloes,
Agent Orange,
Connie Case,
Cybotron,
Pussy Galore,
Kenny Larkin,
John Lydon,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Model 500,
Roy Ayers,
Rod Modell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scion,
X-101,
Make Up,
Al Stewart,
Mission of Burma,
Little Man,
Freddie Wadling,
Swell Maps,
8 Eyed Spy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Anthony Braxton,
Warsaw,
Spoonie Gee,
Quantec,
Quando Quango,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Main Source,
Jacob Miller,
The Stooges,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thee Headcoats,
Con Funk Shun,
The Motions,
Roxy Music,
Blossom Toes,
Sexual Harrassment,
kango's stein massive,
Khruangbin,
Franke,
The Wake,
Fad Gadget,
E-Dancer,
Arthur Verocai,
Todd Rundgren,
Michelle Simonal,
The Sound,
Fela Kuti,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.