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 Nepal and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Lou Reed 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
The Detroit Cobras,
Harmonia,
Bill Near,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Morten Harket,
Urselle,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Procol Harum,
Gang Green,
Soft Cell,
The Barracudas,
Roxy Music,
Donny Hathaway,
Duran Duran,
Eric Copeland,
Main Source,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soft Machine,
kango's stein massive,
Lindisfarne,
The Invisible,
Agent Orange,
Von Mondo,
June Days,
Mark Hollis,
PIL,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amazonics,
Loose Ends,
Simply Red,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bauhaus,
Inner City,
X-101,
The Fortunes,
Spandau Ballet,
Monolake,
Patti Smith,
Donald Byrd,
Brass Construction,
The Walker Brothers,
Nico,
Flash Fearless,
Quantec,
Bob Dylan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Metal Thangz,
Sonic Youth,
Excepter,
Jandek,
Altered Images,
Godley & Creme,
Trumans Water,
the Sonics,
The Moleskins,
Junior Murvin,
Jeff Mills,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.