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 China and from Glasgow.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Suicide,
Yellowson,
Qualms,
Moss Icon,
John Foxx,
Loose Ends,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rapeman,
Mars,
Marine Girls,
AZ,
PIL,
Yusef Lateef,
Roger Hodgson,
Eddi Front,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Thompson Twins,
Fluxion,
Heaven 17,
Outsiders,
The Monochrome Set,
Alton Ellis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Swans,
Bronski Beat,
The Techniques,
Los Fastidios,
Lower 48,
Toni Rubio,
Alice Coltrane,
Slick Rick,
the Swans,
Radio Birdman,
The Modern Lovers,
Spoonie Gee,
Glenn Branca,
Fad Gadget,
Pierre Henry,
UT,
Model 500,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Flash Fearless,
Massinfluence,
Buzzcocks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Warsaw,
Blake Baxter,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Residents,
Anthony Braxton,
Fela Kuti,
DJ Sneak,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rakim,
Grey Daturas,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.