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 Sierra Leone and from Stockholm.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Kinks to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Suicide,
The Grass Roots,
Fluxion,
Joyce Sims,
Quando Quango,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Tremeloes,
Q65,
Max Romeo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Judy Mowatt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Parry Music,
Mo-Dettes,
Metal Thangz,
Frankie Knuckles,
cv313,
The Barracudas,
Duran Duran,
June of 44,
Man Parrish,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Germs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
T. Rex,
Cluster,
AZ,
Dawn Penn,
Basic Channel,
Ronnie Foster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Can,
Bluetip,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joensuu 1685,
the Normal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pylon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Golliwogs,
Bob Dylan,
Circle Jerks,
Laurel Aitken,
Funky Four + One,
Agitation Free,
The Offenders,
Au Pairs,
Mark Hollis,
Janne Schatter,
OOIOO,
Easy Going,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jacques Brel,
Minny Pops,
Outsiders,
Cybotron,
Mr. Review,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.