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 New York.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Theoretical Girls to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne 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?
Unrelated Segments,
Iggy Pop,
Morten Harket,
The Young Rascals,
Mo-Dettes,
The American Breed,
Nas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Robert Görl,
The Names,
The Golliwogs,
Cecil Taylor,
The Durutti Column,
MDC,
Lakeside,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultravox,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang of Four,
Nation of Ulysses,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Moleskins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Al Stewart,
Flipper,
the Swans,
The Cowsills,
Suburban Knight,
The Smiths,
The Evens,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scan 7,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Model 500,
Infiniti,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marc Almond,
Tom Boy,
the Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
AZ,
Robert Hood,
Danielle Patucci,
Hashim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boredoms,
Pantaleimon,
The Selecter,
Moby Grape,
Blancmange,
cv313,
The Star Department,
Gabor Szabo,
Swell Maps,
Sound Behaviour,
Bauhaus,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.