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 Liechtenstein and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Godley & Creme to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Moss Icon,
World's Most,
Echospace,
Tears for Fears,
One Last Wish,
The Vogues,
Public Enemy,
Oneida,
The Doors,
Matthew Halsall,
kango's stein massive,
Silicon Teens,
Stereo Dub,
Skriet,
Flash Fearless,
The Seeds,
Eric Copeland,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
FM Einheit,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tim Buckley,
The Selecter,
Steve Hackett,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sound Behaviour,
Trumans Water,
ABBA,
The Black Dice,
The Doobie Brothers,
Schoolly D,
Average White Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wally Richardson,
Dual Sessions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Arcadia,
Surgeon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Whodini,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Television Personalities,
The Stooges,
Deadbeat,
June Days,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gun Club,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Zeros,
Wolf Eyes,
Chris & Cosey,
The Young Rascals,
Bill Near,
Radiopuhelimet,
Terry Callier,
Ken Boothe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tomorrow,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.