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 Brunei and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 OOIOO to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mr. Review,
Sandy B,
New Order,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chris Corsano,
Albert Ayler,
Flash Fearless,
The New Christs,
Vainqueur,
Crooked Eye,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Zeros,
Black Sheep,
Don Cherry,
World's Most,
Tommy Roe,
The Angels of Light,
Judy Mowatt,
Shoche,
The Buckinghams,
LL Cool J,
H. Thieme,
Robert Wyatt,
Warren Ellis,
Cecil Taylor,
Suburban Knight,
Drexciya,
OOIOO,
June Days,
Underground Resistance,
Barry Ungar,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun Ra,
Electric Prunes,
The Tremeloes,
The Fall,
Juan Atkins,
Accadde A,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeff Lynne,
the Swans,
Television,
Sunsets and Hearts,
KRS-One,
Neil Young,
Harry Pussy,
The Motions,
Eurythmics,
Scientists,
Flipper,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Hood,
Motorama,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ornette Coleman,
The Birthday Party,
Lightning Bolt,
Stetsasonic,
Easy Going,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.