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 Bulgaria and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Morten Harket to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David McCallum,
Porter Ricks,
Terry Callier,
Fela Kuti,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Television Personalities,
Unwound,
Tom Boy,
The Invisible,
Tropical Tobacco,
Underground Resistance,
Bootsy Collins,
Nils Olav,
Gang Green,
The Fugs,
The Blues Magoos,
Hasil Adkins,
Second Layer,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aloha Tigers,
EPMD,
Marc Almond,
The Barracudas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Groovy Waters,
Q65,
Brand Nubian,
Dark Day,
Black Pus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sight & Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Slave,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun City Girls,
Whodini,
The Golliwogs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Au Pairs,
Ken Boothe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Christie,
Erasure,
Supertramp,
Kas Product,
The Standells,
Eden Ahbez,
Jerry's Kids,
Janne Schatter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eurythmics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mr. Review,
Charles Mingus,
The Fuzztones,
Eric Copeland,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Velvet Underground,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.