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 Cuba and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 John Foxx to the disco 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
China Crisis,
Minnie Riperton,
Derrick Morgan,
Morten Harket,
The Index,
New Order,
Marmalade,
Masters at Work,
Boredoms,
Public Enemy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Delon & Dalcan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Shoche,
Deepchord,
The Dave Clark Five,
The New Christs,
Johnny Clarke,
Liliput,
Fear,
Pole,
cv313,
Sight & Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lungfish,
The Cure,
Cheater Slicks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Unwound,
The Last Poets,
Vladislav Delay,
Wasted Youth,
The Busters,
The Moody Blues,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crooked Eye,
The Stooges,
John Lydon,
Buzzcocks,
The Neon Judgement,
David Axelrod,
The Martian,
Con Funk Shun,
the Slits,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Qualms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Robert Hood,
Saccharine Trust,
Von Mondo,
Scientists,
Panda Bear,
Trumans Water,
The Tremeloes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Au Pairs,
Echospace,
Interpol,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.