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 Australia and from Tokyo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Howard Jones,
The Associates,
Silicon Teens,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
David McCallum,
JFA,
Section 25,
T.S.O.L.,
These Immortal Souls,
Ohio Players,
Moby Grape,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minutemen,
Pussy Galore,
Q65,
The Seeds,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Sherman,
Second Layer,
The Last Poets,
Inner City,
Wasted Youth,
Liliput,
Bootsy Collins,
The Durutti Column,
Das Ding,
MC5,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bill Near,
Ludus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lightning Bolt,
Accadde A,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roy Ayers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minny Pops,
10cc,
Au Pairs,
Aural Exciters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Bar-Kays,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
R.M.O.,
FM Einheit,
Robert Görl,
Charles Mingus,
One Last Wish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David Axelrod,
Tom Boy,
Amazonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-Ray Spex,
Los Fastidios,
Buzzcocks,
48th St. Collective,
The Music Machine,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.