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 Russia and from Madrid.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar 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 Television to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Bananas,
Index,
The Seeds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
June of 44,
Second Layer,
The Raincoats,
The Five Americans,
John Foxx,
DNA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The New Christs,
Eden Ahbez,
the Bar-Kays,
Japan,
Henry Cow,
Reagan Youth,
Sister Nancy,
Marine Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Donald Byrd,
Fela Kuti,
Siglo XX,
Delta 5,
Magazine,
Donny Hathaway,
Tom Boy,
Wire,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marvin Gaye,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-101,
John Lydon,
Eric Copeland,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Don Cherry,
H. Thieme,
Michelle Simonal,
Rakim,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pere Ubu,
Yusef Lateef,
Radiohead,
Letta Mbulu,
Livin' Joy,
Amon Düül,
Cameo,
Mo-Dettes,
Ten City,
8 Eyed Spy,
Basic Channel,
Freddie Wadling,
Leonard Cohen,
Half Japanese,
Delon & Dalcan,
Khruangbin,
JFA,
Trumans Water,
Gong,
Todd Terry,
Crash Course in Science,
Lakeside,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.