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 Guinea and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet 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 Busters to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Al Stewart,
Amazonics,
Harry Pussy,
Sight & Sound,
X-102,
Robert Wyatt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The American Breed,
Lightning Bolt,
Kayak,
Michelle Simonal,
The Mummies,
Schoolly D,
Vainqueur,
Magazine,
Chris Corsano,
Livin' Joy,
Liliput,
Joensuu 1685,
the Normal,
the Bar-Kays,
Susan Cadogan,
Howard Jones,
E-Dancer,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cal Tjader,
The Leaves,
Cameo,
The Divine Comedy,
Camouflage,
John Lydon,
Skarface,
The Red Krayola,
The Victims,
The Velvet Underground,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sixth Finger,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tubeway Army,
10cc,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Godley & Creme,
Black Flag,
Yellowson,
Sister Nancy,
The Evens,
Davy DMX,
Rosa Yemen,
Pierre Henry,
Camberwell Now,
Andrew Hill,
Byron Stingily,
Hashim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ituana,
The Fire Engines,
Derrick Morgan,
Jerry's Kids,
F. McDonald,
Sugar Minott,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.