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 San Marino and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Metal Thangz to the crunk 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bootsy Collins,
Colin Newman,
The Vogues,
Loose Ends,
Charles Mingus,
Symarip,
Aural Exciters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
R.M.O.,
Sonic Youth,
Maurizio,
The Misunderstood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joe Finger,
Camberwell Now,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Pop Group,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Donald Byrd,
Mandrill,
The Electric Prunes,
Supertramp,
Jesper Dahlback,
Masters at Work,
Carl Craig,
Arcadia,
The Toasters,
Neu!,
the Human League,
Marc Almond,
Joyce Sims,
Sparks,
Toni Rubio,
Saccharine Trust,
Patti Smith,
ABBA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harry Pussy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Goldenarms,
H. Thieme,
Roger Hodgson,
Deakin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
FM Einheit,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Parry Music,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
10cc,
CMW,
Archie Shepp,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tubeway Army,
Clear Light,
The Fuzztones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pere Ubu,
Lungfish,
The Golliwogs,
Fear,
Eddi Front,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.