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 Barbados and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 The Monochrome Set to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Altered Images,
The Zeros,
David McCallum,
E-Dancer,
Crash Course in Science,
Bauhaus,
Animal Collective,
Johnny Osbourne,
Erasure,
The Sonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
JFA,
The Knickerbockers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rosa Yemen,
The Smiths,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Reuben Wilson,
Lower 48,
Y Pants,
L. Decosne,
Colin Newman,
Nik Kershaw,
Arthur Verocai,
Alice Coltrane,
Hot Snakes,
The American Breed,
Loose Ends,
Wings,
The Electric Prunes,
Moebius,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Red Krayola,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Blues Magoos,
Anakelly,
Dorothy Ashby,
Byron Stingily,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
a-ha,
Althea and Donna,
The Pretty Things,
Ohio Players,
Robert Wyatt,
Livin' Joy,
ABBA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Saccharine Trust,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Procol Harum,
Trumans Water,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Last Poets,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fatback Band,
World's Most,
Joe Smooth,
Amon Düül,
Bad Manners,
Swans,
Hoover,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.