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 Spain and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the oboe 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 MC5 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Delta 5,
Bluetip,
Dawn Penn,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Byrd,
Donny Hathaway,
Spoonie Gee,
Con Funk Shun,
Excepter,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare,
The Dirtbombs,
David Bowie,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jacques Brel,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang Starr,
Bob Dylan,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Rites of Spring,
The Evens,
Roger Hodgson,
Babytalk,
La Düsseldorf,
Roxy Music,
Model 500,
The Grass Roots,
Scan 7,
Flipper,
Carl Craig,
U.S. Maple,
The Index,
Suburban Knight,
The Slackers,
D'Angelo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Danielle Patucci,
Dave Gahan,
Niagra,
Robert Wyatt,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cure,
Steve Hackett,
Fela Kuti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Quantec,
John Lydon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kurtis Blow,
Electric Prunes,
Freddie Wadling,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Newcleus,
The Residents,
Cybotron,
Moebius,
Patti Smith,
The Cowsills,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.