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 Tanzania and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 T.S.O.L. to the punk 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
the Slits,
Arab on Radar,
The Trojans,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gories,
Lyres,
Subhumans,
Marc Almond,
Unrelated Segments,
Joey Negro,
X-Ray Spex,
The Offenders,
the Swans,
Eric Copeland,
Steve Hackett,
Scrapy,
DNA,
The Doors,
Mark Hollis,
Lungfish,
Blancmange,
Rufus Thomas,
David Axelrod,
Gichy Dan,
Ossler,
Joensuu 1685,
Con Funk Shun,
MC5,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fat Boys,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Womack,
Iggy Pop,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cramps,
U.S. Maple,
Black Sheep,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Monochrome Set,
Spandau Ballet,
The Invisible,
The Associates,
Marcia Griffiths,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mo-Dettes,
Drexciya,
D'Angelo,
Quando Quango,
Michelle Simonal,
Judy Mowatt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wolf Eyes,
Moby Grape,
Howard Jones,
The Walker Brothers,
Pulsallama,
John Holt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.