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 Norway and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Mars to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Barry Ungar,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Delta 5,
The Fall,
Soulsonic Force,
the Fania All-Stars,
Television Personalities,
Ronnie Foster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ornette Coleman,
Letta Mbulu,
The Zeros,
Alphaville,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tres Demented,
Swell Maps,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wings,
Chrome,
Joe Finger,
Mary Jane Girls,
Agent Orange,
Excepter,
The Raincoats,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ice-T,
Arthur Verocai,
Average White Band,
U.S. Maple,
Toni Rubio,
Eve St. Jones,
Johnny Clarke,
Barbara Tucker,
Oblivians,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Unrelated Segments,
Bang On A Can,
Max Romeo,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Christie,
Davy DMX,
Peter and Kerry,
Crooked Eye,
Aswad,
the Swans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chris & Cosey,
Mad Mike,
Eric Dolphy,
Arcadia,
This Heat,
Soft Machine,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Beau Brummels,
Ossler,
The Fugs,
Ponytail,
Technova,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fela Kuti,
Grey Daturas,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.