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 Iran and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Porter Ricks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
The Mojo Men,
Neil Young,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Faraquet,
Cameo,
Pole,
Arab on Radar,
Moss Icon,
Icehouse,
Joe Smooth,
Mad Mike,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Flag,
Ossler,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Silicon Teens,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Marvin Gaye,
Jacob Miller,
The Busters,
Yaz,
The Residents,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kenny Larkin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bootsy Collins,
PIL,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joe Finger,
Prince Buster,
Laurel Aitken,
Davy DMX,
Kerrie Biddell,
Reagan Youth,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Connie Case,
Angry Samoans,
Model 500,
Sex Pistols,
Infiniti,
Jandek,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bang On A Can,
Section 25,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aswad,
F. McDonald,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tomorrow,
Visage,
Rapeman,
Youth Brigade,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sarah Menescal,
Smog,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.