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 Ivory Coast 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the techno 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Christie,
Anakelly,
Guru Guru,
Aswad,
ABBA,
Bobby Byrd,
a-ha,
New York Dolls,
Sparks,
The Selecter,
Kurtis Blow,
Boredoms,
Derrick May,
Black Flag,
Mad Mike,
Minny Pops,
EPMD,
Ken Boothe,
Josef K,
Funkadelic,
Piero Umiliani,
Pharoah Sanders,
Chrome,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Names,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Black Dice,
A Certain Ratio,
Massinfluence,
CMW,
Y Pants,
Pantytec,
Television Personalities,
Arab on Radar,
Inner City,
Alphaville,
Aural Exciters,
The Toasters,
Cheater Slicks,
Siglo XX,
Bootsy Collins,
Oneida,
The Sound,
Blake Baxter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barclay James Harvest,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Star Department,
Dual Sessions,
Minnie Riperton,
Grey Daturas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bang On A Can,
Minor Threat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radiohead,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Janne Schatter,
Barbara Tucker,
Mandrill,
Ultimate Spinach,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.