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 Finland and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bush Tetras to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dark Day,
The Knickerbockers,
KRS-One,
Todd Rundgren,
The Mummies,
Ohio Players,
Sam Rivers,
Mandrill,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Slits,
Ituana,
The Move,
Marmalade,
Toni Rubio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fear,
Little Man,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Radiohead,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Urselle,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Buzzcocks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pierre Henry,
The Doors,
Pussy Galore,
The Slits,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Niagra,
The Skatalites,
The Raincoats,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Colin Newman,
Lou Christie,
Laurel Aitken,
London Community Gospel Choir,
UT,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brand Nubian,
Soul Sonic Force,
Arthur Verocai,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-Ray Spex,
T.S.O.L.,
the Human League,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tommy Roe,
Byron Stingily,
Mantronix,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wings,
Main Source,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Junior Murvin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.