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 Sri Lanka and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Spandau Ballet to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Heaven 17,
the Swans,
Tres Demented,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Angry Samoans,
The Buckinghams,
Ultravox,
The Pretty Things,
Byron Stingily,
Hoover,
The Associates,
cv313,
Skriet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Babytalk,
Metal Thangz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
10cc,
Beasts of Bourbon,
UT,
Theoretical Girls,
DNA,
Oblivians,
The Barracudas,
Royal Trux,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Human League,
Accadde A,
Max Romeo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scientists,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
K-Klass,
Bobby Byrd,
the Bar-Kays,
Aural Exciters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Steve Hackett,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lightning Bolt,
Yellowson,
The Slits,
Ituana,
Main Source,
Moebius,
Delon & Dalcan,
Juan Atkins,
Pulsallama,
Scott Walker,
The Raincoats,
Urselle,
Organ,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Green,
Lou Christie,
the Soft Cell,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.