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 Hungary and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin 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 Ultimate Spinach to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Rapeman,
Rites of Spring,
X-Ray Spex,
Livin' Joy,
Scion,
Joey Negro,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
The Pop Group,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Music Machine,
Blancmange,
Nik Kershaw,
Marine Girls,
Crime,
Mission of Burma,
Robert Görl,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sound Behaviour,
Animal Collective,
Iggy Pop,
The Flesh Eaters,
Desert Stars,
Eurythmics,
The Associates,
Scratch Acid,
Sister Nancy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Y Pants,
Gang Gang Dance,
Adolescents,
The Martian,
Albert Ayler,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mojo Men,
Suburban Knight,
Pere Ubu,
Flash Fearless,
Hot Snakes,
Sällskapet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minor Threat,
ABC,
Tomorrow,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Five Americans,
Susan Cadogan,
The Trojans,
The Monks,
Smog,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Buckinghams,
Boz Scaggs,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun Ra,
Idris Muhammad,
T. Rex,
Basic Channel,
F. McDonald,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.