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 Madagascar and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Victims to the techno 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Buzzcocks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Banda Bassotti,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pylon,
Groovy Waters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rotary Connection,
Peter & Gordon,
Albert Ayler,
Simply Red,
Pantaleimon,
Josef K,
Tom Boy,
Radiohead,
Circle Jerks,
Letta Mbulu,
Bluetip,
Roger Hodgson,
Laurel Aitken,
Index,
Hoover,
Agitation Free,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jesper Dahlback,
Amon Düül,
Stockholm Monsters,
Zero Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
Grauzone,
Malaria!,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed,
Susan Cadogan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dawn Penn,
Sparks,
Ten City,
Bauhaus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Can,
The Durutti Column,
Yusef Lateef,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rakim,
Hardrive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crash Course in Science,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blake Baxter,
The Tremeloes,
Sonic Youth,
F. McDonald,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang of Four,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wolf Eyes,
Swans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.