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 Brazil and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 The Doobie Brothers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Bluetip,
Warsaw,
Yellowson,
DNA,
These Immortal Souls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Slackers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Cale,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dawn Penn,
Subhumans,
Robert Wyatt,
Clear Light,
Patti Smith,
Simply Red,
Duran Duran,
Boogie Down Productions,
Public Enemy,
Gong,
The Searchers,
Eden Ahbez,
Traffic Nightmare,
Shuggie Otis,
Blake Baxter,
Eric Copeland,
Niagra,
Soft Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
Ossler,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radio Birdman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arab on Radar,
The Moleskins,
The Index,
Quantec,
Loose Ends,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Hood,
Black Sheep,
Depeche Mode,
The Gun Club,
Janne Schatter,
Maurizio,
New Order,
Suicide,
Warren Ellis,
Minutemen,
Minor Threat,
Television Personalities,
Little Man,
The Last Poets,
Matthew Halsall,
Motorama,
Crime,
Cybotron,
Theoretical Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.