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 Zambia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
the Swans,
Bobby Womack,
Joey Negro,
Amazonics,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tres Demented,
Siglo XX,
The Zeros,
Pere Ubu,
Kenny Larkin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stiv Bators,
The Fortunes,
Unwound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Swans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brothers Johnson,
Silicon Teens,
The Wake,
Section 25,
48th St. Collective,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sarah Menescal,
Slick Rick,
Con Funk Shun,
Amon Düül,
Q65,
Todd Terry,
Interpol,
Man Eating Sloth,
Procol Harum,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soft Cell,
Minutemen,
The Smoke,
Darondo,
Technova,
Robert Görl,
The Doors,
Deakin,
The Residents,
Marvin Gaye,
X-Ray Spex,
Mars,
Flash Fearless,
Pole,
The Trojans,
John Coltrane,
Crooked Eye,
Aaron Thompson,
David Bowie,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ken Boothe,
Brick,
Mantronix,
The Move,
A Certain Ratio,
Letta Mbulu,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.