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 Kenya and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Bob Dylan,
Cymande,
Radio Birdman,
The Tremeloes,
Section 25,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Görl,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kerri Chandler,
Connie Case,
X-Ray Spex,
Fear,
Black Bananas,
Easy Going,
Albert Ayler,
Black Moon,
Prince Buster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rekid,
D'Angelo,
Television Personalities,
Fatback Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Babytalk,
Aswad,
Minny Pops,
Wolf Eyes,
PIL,
Man Parrish,
CMW,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Normal,
Leonard Cohen,
Dual Sessions,
Franke,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pharoah Sanders,
Q and Not U,
The Martian,
Max Romeo,
La Düsseldorf,
Gong,
Whodini,
Ornette Coleman,
Wire,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amazonics,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scion,
The Cure,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Associates,
The Moody Blues,
David Axelrod,
Vainqueur,
Ossler,
Michelle Simonal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.