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 Germany 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Soulsonic Force to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
The Mojo Men,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skaos,
Judy Mowatt,
David Bowie,
cv313,
Davy DMX,
The Fugs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yazoo,
Jeff Lynne,
Brass Construction,
The Tremeloes,
Idris Muhammad,
Mandrill,
Max Romeo,
Slave,
Toni Rubio,
Lower 48,
Unwound,
Isaac Hayes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roger Hodgson,
Matthew Bourne,
Sun City Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Unrelated Segments,
The Human League,
Blancmange,
Thee Headcoats,
Pierre Henry,
Laurel Aitken,
Surgeon,
Minutemen,
Animal Collective,
Bad Manners,
Roy Ayers,
The Pretty Things,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crooked Eye,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Rites of Spring,
Josef K,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Outsiders,
Scott Walker,
Easy Going,
Tom Boy,
Rosa Yemen,
Lucky Dragons,
Joensuu 1685,
The Golliwogs,
Mo-Dettes,
Moss Icon,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.