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 Bangladesh and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 Matthew Bourne to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Massinfluence,
Cecil Taylor,
The American Breed,
the Normal,
X-102,
The Slits,
The J.B.'s,
Graham Central Station,
Sun City Girls,
John Cale,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Slave,
Magma,
Sällskapet,
The Moleskins,
Negative Approach,
the Human League,
The Star Department,
The Selecter,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Flag,
Sugar Minott,
10cc,
Ohio Players,
Max Romeo,
Sight & Sound,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Reed,
Shoche,
The Martian,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Associates,
Sound Behaviour,
Charles Mingus,
Kas Product,
The Walker Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Arab on Radar,
Funky Four + One,
H. Thieme,
Barclay James Harvest,
L. Decosne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Invisible,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Skriet,
Prince Buster,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter and Kerry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Chris & Cosey,
La Düsseldorf,
Eric Copeland,
Organ,
Godley & Creme,
Colin Newman,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.