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 Uzbekistan 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Minor Threat to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Mars,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thompson Twins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New York Dolls,
Bauhaus,
Althea and Donna,
Harmonia,
Motorama,
Das Ding,
Excepter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Matthew Halsall,
Eli Mardock,
The Busters,
David Bowie,
Henry Cow,
Quando Quango,
Josef K,
Silicon Teens,
The Five Americans,
Blossom Toes,
Guru Guru,
Country Teasers,
Yellowson,
R.M.O.,
Rosa Yemen,
Niagra,
Johnny Clarke,
Slave,
The Mummies,
Barrington Levy,
Dawn Penn,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Spandau Ballet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Arcadia,
Ten City,
Drexciya,
Visage,
The Tremeloes,
The Seeds,
The Cowsills,
Isaac Hayes,
Howard Jones,
Crime,
Arab on Radar,
Donny Hathaway,
PIL,
The Offenders,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eden Ahbez,
the Association,
Black Sheep,
The Doors,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hasil Adkins,
Hot Snakes,
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.