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 Ivory Coast and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 Magma to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Tom Boy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Second Layer,
Soulsonic Force,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lucky Dragons,
Moebius,
Whodini,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lalann,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hot Snakes,
Supertramp,
Amon Düül,
X-101,
The Cramps,
Drexciya,
Main Source,
Chrome,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sonic Youth,
The Litter,
Black Sheep,
DJ Style,
Interpol,
Aaron Thompson,
The Monochrome Set,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Modern Lovers,
Underground Resistance,
Bad Manners,
Average White Band,
Dave Gahan,
Ronnie Foster,
Cheater Slicks,
The Birthday Party,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eden Ahbez,
Warren Ellis,
The Mojo Men,
The Sound,
Clear Light,
Shuggie Otis,
Bill Near,
Tears for Fears,
Make Up,
Max Romeo,
Prince Buster,
Zero Boys,
Mr. Review,
Gil Scott Heron,
Loose Ends,
Jandek,
The Human League,
Minnie Riperton,
Jacques Brel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Holt,
Mary Jane Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
E-Dancer,
Black Moon,
Tommy Roe,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.