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 Lithuania and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Duran Duran,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cybotron,
Circle Jerks,
John Holt,
The Offenders,
Peter and Kerry,
The Misunderstood,
Gabor Szabo,
Maurizio,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Count Five,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Todd Terry,
Deepchord,
Robert Görl,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cymande,
Severed Heads,
The Cure,
Funky Four + One,
John Coltrane,
Yazoo,
Sister Nancy,
the Soft Cell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang Green,
Soft Machine,
U.S. Maple,
John Foxx,
Man Parrish,
Charles Mingus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stockholm Monsters,
China Crisis,
The Index,
Pantytec,
Brick,
LL Cool J,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Prince Buster,
Mark Hollis,
Shoche,
Dennis Brown,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Techniques,
The Moody Blues,
The Residents,
The Smiths,
Suburban Knight,
Joy Division,
The Doobie Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-102,
The Grass Roots,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.