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 Mozambique and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Trumans Water to the funk 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Sister Nancy,
the Germs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Accadde A,
Masters at Work,
Todd Rundgren,
The Happenings,
The Smoke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lightning Bolt,
Connie Case,
Sex Pistols,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joy Division,
Bill Wells,
Hot Snakes,
Intrusion,
John Foxx,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nirvana,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deakin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ornette Coleman,
Dark Day,
Brass Construction,
Motorama,
Gong,
Black Bananas,
Carl Craig,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tim Buckley,
Bauhaus,
Robert Wyatt,
Icehouse,
MDC,
Barbara Tucker,
Anakelly,
Piero Umiliani,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Zapp,
The Sonics,
Ohio Players,
Monolake,
Unwound,
The Moleskins,
Country Teasers,
X-101,
Organ,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Blues Magoos,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Five Americans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Agitation Free,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Moss Icon,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.