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 Poland and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gong to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
The Neon Judgement,
Main Source,
Ronnie Foster,
Spoonie Gee,
Marmalade,
Wolf Eyes,
Alphaville,
Joe Smooth,
Agent Orange,
James Chance & The Contortions,
U.S. Maple,
Amon Düül II,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Offenders,
Motorama,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
KRS-One,
Wasted Youth,
Tears for Fears,
Cecil Taylor,
Cluster,
Urselle,
Chris & Cosey,
John Cale,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dave Gahan,
The Zeros,
the Swans,
The Smoke,
Mission of Burma,
Don Cherry,
Average White Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sight & Sound,
Marc Almond,
Public Enemy,
Suicide,
James White and The Blacks,
Swell Maps,
Adolescents,
Toni Rubio,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Guru Guru,
John Foxx,
the Bar-Kays,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Steve Hackett,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Green,
The Star Department,
Easy Going,
Tropical Tobacco,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Warren Ellis,
Make Up,
Pylon,
Colin Newman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.