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 Afghanistan and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Lou Reed 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 Walker Brothers to the grunge 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 Evens,
Magma,
Joe Finger,
Jacques Brel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
ABBA,
Harpers Bizarre,
EPMD,
B.T. Express,
Kerri Chandler,
Public Enemy,
Shoche,
Fela Kuti,
La Düsseldorf,
Marine Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Thompson Twins,
The Moleskins,
Soft Machine,
AZ,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Slave,
D'Angelo,
Roxette,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yellowson,
Eden Ahbez,
This Heat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Davy DMX,
Shuggie Otis,
Masters at Work,
Fad Gadget,
Chrome,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hoover,
The Alarm Clocks,
Porter Ricks,
Theoretical Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Boogie Down Productions,
Moebius,
the Normal,
Das Ding,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Seeds,
Goldenarms,
Minnie Riperton,
cv313,
The Pop Group,
L. Decosne,
Parry Music,
Barbara Tucker,
Y Pants,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Neil Young,
Tears for Fears,
Mars,
The Fire Engines,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.