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 Japan and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Urselle to the grime 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Flag,
Sixth Finger,
Aloha Tigers,
48th St. Collective,
The Move,
Porter Ricks,
James White and The Blacks,
Scan 7,
Make Up,
Crime,
Kas Product,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeff Mills,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Grass Roots,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cybotron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chris & Cosey,
The Motions,
Nation of Ulysses,
Quadrant,
Ultra Naté,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eli Mardock,
The Busters,
The Misunderstood,
Moebius,
Funky Four + One,
Accadde A,
The Real Kids,
H. Thieme,
cv313,
Crooked Eye,
Lower 48,
Goldenarms,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wally Richardson,
Jandek,
Simply Red,
Loose Ends,
Oneida,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Intrusion,
Bobby Womack,
Tomorrow,
Marc Almond,
The Pop Group,
Tubeway Army,
Rekid,
The Velvet Underground,
Flipper,
Rosa Yemen,
Cymande,
Underground Resistance,
Qualms,
D'Angelo,
Susan Cadogan,
Nico,
Franke,
The Moody Blues,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.