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 Bahamas and from Salvador.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 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 H. Thieme to the techno 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Mark Hollis,
Suburban Knight,
The Residents,
The Barracudas,
Main Source,
Crash Course in Science,
The Offenders,
Dawn Penn,
Rufus Thomas,
Radio Birdman,
Wings,
Accadde A,
Pulsallama,
Marvin Gaye,
Eric Copeland,
Marc Almond,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Erasure,
Trumans Water,
Bootsy Collins,
The Slackers,
Kenny Larkin,
The Modern Lovers,
Connie Case,
Roy Ayers,
The Smoke,
Joy Division,
Eurythmics,
Franke,
The Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Robert Wyatt,
Freddie Wadling,
The Vogues,
Chrome,
ABC,
The Dave Clark Five,
Visage,
Niagra,
Jacques Brel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Christie,
Joey Negro,
The Electric Prunes,
Bill Wells,
Donald Byrd,
Depeche Mode,
The Invisible,
Ultra Naté,
The Litter,
Todd Terry,
Arcadia,
Crispy Ambulance,
Negative Approach,
Q and Not U,
Black Flag,
James White and The Blacks,
Wire,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Matthew Halsall,
Amon Düül II,
Lindisfarne,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.