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 Tuvalu and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar 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 Erasure to the rock 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
John Lydon,
Ultravox,
The Young Rascals,
Panda Bear,
Minutemen,
the Fania All-Stars,
Unwound,
Matthew Halsall,
Grauzone,
cv313,
The Blackbyrds,
Sex Pistols,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Carl Craig,
Shuggie Otis,
The Smoke,
Toni Rubio,
Dorothy Ashby,
Model 500,
The Fire Engines,
The Tremeloes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Zero Boys,
Thompson Twins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Slick Rick,
Lou Christie,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Absolute Body Control,
David Bowie,
Eve St. Jones,
The Remains,
Pantaleimon,
Fad Gadget,
Erykah Badu,
The Black Dice,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soft Machine,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tim Buckley,
Masters at Work,
Reuben Wilson,
Monolake,
Quando Quango,
Nas,
Roxette,
Flipper,
Barbara Tucker,
Davy DMX,
Gichy Dan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Soft Cell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Altered Images,
The Busters,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Leaves,
Von Mondo,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.