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 Azerbaijan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin 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 Eric Dolphy 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Das Ding,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Associates,
The Gap Band,
Rekid,
Bill Near,
Roy Ayers,
Japan,
Alison Limerick,
The Names,
MDC,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yusef Lateef,
The Moody Blues,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eve St. Jones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Half Japanese,
Robert Görl,
Marc Almond,
Kayak,
Pylon,
The Wake,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rapeman,
Thee Headcoats,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Los Fastidios,
The Fugs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ronan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Qualms,
Derrick May,
Warren Ellis,
Nik Kershaw,
The Golliwogs,
Quadrant,
Theoretical Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Josef K,
Shoche,
cv313,
The Doors,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wasted Youth,
Pole,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brass Construction,
The Gladiators,
Toni Rubio,
Marmalade,
Jawbox,
Angry Samoans,
Supertramp,
DNA,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.