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 East Timor and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin 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 DNA to the grunge 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eve St. Jones,
Wings,
Deepchord,
Laurel Aitken,
The Black Dice,
The Real Kids,
E-Dancer,
Robert Wyatt,
Model 500,
The Fugs,
The Names,
The Martian,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Janne Schatter,
Cheater Slicks,
Derrick May,
The Mummies,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Coltrane,
Pylon,
Jandek,
Idris Muhammad,
Agent Orange,
Lindisfarne,
Fear,
L. Decosne,
Ultravox,
Eden Ahbez,
Connie Case,
Joe Smooth,
Barrington Levy,
Sun City Girls,
Talk Talk,
Ice-T,
Rotary Connection,
Sugar Minott,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Newcleus,
Pantaleimon,
The Dirtbombs,
Jerry's Kids,
Panda Bear,
Pagans,
Bill Wells,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Young Rascals,
The Kinks,
Heaven 17,
David Axelrod,
Soul Sonic Force,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Unrelated Segments,
Lalann,
Adolescents,
Minnie Riperton,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Thee Headcoats,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.