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 Micronesia and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 The Names to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
John Coltrane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quando Quango,
Erykah Badu,
Aloha Tigers,
Morten Harket,
Radiohead,
Wally Richardson,
Rod Modell,
ABBA,
Stetsasonic,
The Red Krayola,
The Dirtbombs,
Popol Vuh,
The Star Department,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sex Pistols,
Jerry's Kids,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Mummies,
Ronnie Foster,
K-Klass,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minnie Riperton,
World's Most,
Pussy Galore,
the Human League,
Pet Shop Boys,
48th St. Collective,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grauzone,
Slick Rick,
Gichy Dan,
Lakeside,
Wasted Youth,
the Normal,
Cybotron,
Bobby Womack,
The Sonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
June of 44,
Tommy Roe,
Absolute Body Control,
Zapp,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sound Behaviour,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rotary Connection,
Warsaw,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
B.T. Express,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Clear Light,
The Techniques,
Blake Baxter,
Mission of Burma,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sixth Finger,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.