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 Nigeria and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Drexciya to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Barbara Tucker,
Rapeman,
X-101,
The Dead C,
Bad Manners,
The Cure,
Jeff Lynne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jesper Dahlback,
Warren Ellis,
Darondo,
Roxy Music,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moebius,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roger Hodgson,
The Names,
Eyeless In Gaza,
T.S.O.L.,
Chris & Cosey,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Fall,
The Dirtbombs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Spoonie Gee,
F. McDonald,
Albert Ayler,
Public Image Ltd.,
T. Rex,
Josef K,
Soulsonic Force,
Donny Hathaway,
Al Stewart,
Skarface,
The Fire Engines,
Dual Sessions,
Peter and Kerry,
Pantaleimon,
Robert Wyatt,
Harry Pussy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Essential Logic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Görl,
the Slits,
Deakin,
Sun Ra,
Excepter,
Sister Nancy,
Sight & Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Second Layer,
Aloha Tigers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quando Quango,
The Electric Prunes,
Stereo Dub,
Marc Almond,
Ice-T,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.