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 Liechtenstein and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the funk 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
David Bowie,
Bad Manners,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fugs,
The Five Americans,
Procol Harum,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stetsasonic,
MC5,
The Last Poets,
Fat Boys,
Wire,
Alison Limerick,
Little Man,
Fluxion,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Angry Samoans,
10cc,
Half Japanese,
Terry Callier,
Banda Bassotti,
Bauhaus,
The Stooges,
Gong,
Pussy Galore,
Severed Heads,
Soft Cell,
Freddie Wadling,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Buckinghams,
The Gun Club,
Tubeway Army,
The Blues Magoos,
The Moody Blues,
Warsaw,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fall,
Mars,
Ornette Coleman,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Maleditus Sound,
The Remains,
The Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Modern Lovers,
Tommy Roe,
Von Mondo,
Icehouse,
T. Rex,
Chris & Cosey,
Minor Threat,
Bluetip,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Animal Collective,
Oneida,
Intrusion,
Byron Stingily,
Tres Demented,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.