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 Brazil and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nico to the jazz 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Young Marble Giants,
Gerry Rafferty,
David Bowie,
Lightning Bolt,
Amon Düül,
cv313,
Judy Mowatt,
Fugazi,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Suburban Knight,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aswad,
Dawn Penn,
The Mummies,
One Last Wish,
MDC,
Silicon Teens,
Deepchord,
Todd Terry,
John Holt,
ABC,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nils Olav,
kango's stein massive,
Infiniti,
The Residents,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Skaos,
Yazoo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Masters at Work,
The Barracudas,
World's Most,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ohio Players,
The Fire Engines,
Matthew Halsall,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Grass Roots,
Davy DMX,
Q and Not U,
KRS-One,
Theoretical Girls,
Tres Demented,
Dennis Brown,
X-101,
Jerry's Kids,
Albert Ayler,
Johnny Clarke,
Delta 5,
the Human League,
Panda Bear,
Metal Thangz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minor Threat,
The United States of America,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Birthday Party,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.