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 Samoa 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 B.T. Express to the grime 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
The Moody Blues,
Gabor Szabo,
Neil Young,
Radiopuhelimet,
Monolake,
The Dirtbombs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pantytec,
Erasure,
Eurythmics,
Das Ding,
Carl Craig,
Dawn Penn,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Toasters,
DJ Style,
Stiv Bators,
Whodini,
Half Japanese,
Kas Product,
Scientists,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Flesh Eaters,
kango's stein massive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marmalade,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mandrill,
Joy Division,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wings,
Juan Atkins,
Q65,
Man Eating Sloth,
Angry Samoans,
Bob Dylan,
Audionom,
Michelle Simonal,
Altered Images,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Franke,
The Techniques,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bronski Beat,
Model 500,
Tomorrow,
The Litter,
Eric Dolphy,
The Martian,
David McCallum,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Anakelly,
Agent Orange,
Bill Near,
Suburban Knight,
Kerrie Biddell,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Barracudas,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.