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 Uruguay and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Zapp to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Donny Hathaway,
Symarip,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ten City,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sparks,
Little Man,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bill Wells,
Soulsonic Force,
OOIOO,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Talk Talk,
The Smoke,
Tres Demented,
Gang Starr,
Camouflage,
Pharoah Sanders,
Harmonia,
the Swans,
Lalann,
EPMD,
The Cramps,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Saints,
Accadde A,
Monks,
Reuben Wilson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric B and Rakim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tim Buckley,
The Modern Lovers,
Public Enemy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Donald Byrd,
Eve St. Jones,
Amon Düül,
Chrome,
Michelle Simonal,
Porter Ricks,
Jacques Brel,
Duran Duran,
The Durutti Column,
Swell Maps,
KRS-One,
Amon Düül II,
Slave,
The Searchers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Warsaw,
Blossom Toes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jesper Dahlback,
Judy Mowatt,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.