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 Malaysia and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Matthew Halsall to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Fat Boys,
Dennis Brown,
Echospace,
Minor Threat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Womack,
Jacob Miller,
Bauhaus,
Grey Daturas,
In Retrospect,
Tubeway Army,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bill Near,
JFA,
UT,
Anakelly,
Television Personalities,
Sister Nancy,
Maurizio,
Steve Hackett,
Depeche Mode,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed,
Heaven 17,
The Offenders,
New York Dolls,
The Count Five,
The Raincoats,
Byron Stingily,
Wings,
The Electric Prunes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun City Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Scion,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aural Exciters,
Organ,
Fear,
Freddie Wadling,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gong,
A Certain Ratio,
Radiopuhelimet,
Massinfluence,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Pretty Things,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Normal,
The Modern Lovers,
Juan Atkins,
Second Layer,
New Order,
Robert Hood,
The Dead C,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Youth Brigade,
Bob Dylan,
Gabor Szabo,
China Crisis,
Camouflage,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.