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 Eritrea and from Halifax.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 The Monochrome Set to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Bill Near,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rapeman,
Leonard Cohen,
Altered Images,
Hashim,
Mark Hollis,
the Germs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grey Daturas,
Bill Wells,
Skarface,
Ponytail,
The Doors,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pulsallama,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
New Order,
Q65,
Country Teasers,
Neil Young,
Gichy Dan,
Motorama,
Judy Mowatt,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minny Pops,
Visage,
Y Pants,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Slits,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Anthony Braxton,
Al Stewart,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Sherman,
Kayak,
Amon Düül,
E-Dancer,
The Dirtbombs,
The Tremeloes,
The Victims,
Kaleidoscope,
Aswad,
Sixth Finger,
The Real Kids,
Underground Resistance,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Technova,
Can,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Searchers,
Unrelated Segments,
X-102,
Absolute Body Control,
Smog,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mission of Burma,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bad Manners,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.