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 Somalia and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Minor Threat to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mojo Men,
Tim Buckley,
ABBA,
The Gladiators,
The Angels of Light,
Idris Muhammad,
Talk Talk,
The Cowsills,
Lightning Bolt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roy Ayers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Faust,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Moon,
The Zeros,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nick Fraelich,
Marshall Jefferson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mission of Burma,
Sandy B,
Barbara Tucker,
Sparks,
Glenn Branca,
Radiopuhelimet,
Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lower 48,
The Last Poets,
Das Ding,
Fad Gadget,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Womack,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Thompson Twins,
Nas,
Sound Behaviour,
Icehouse,
Chris & Cosey,
Brothers Johnson,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Black Dice,
Von Mondo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nico,
Hoover,
June of 44,
The Litter,
OOIOO,
The Selecter,
Matthew Halsall,
DJ Style,
Traffic Nightmare,
D'Angelo,
The Dirtbombs,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.