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 Tanzania and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Cowsills to the grime 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
kango's stein massive,
Y Pants,
The Raincoats,
Albert Ayler,
Motorama,
Trumans Water,
Yusef Lateef,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rufus Thomas,
Altered Images,
Mark Hollis,
Lyres,
Wings,
Brothers Johnson,
Crooked Eye,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sugar Minott,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cure,
The Divine Comedy,
Warsaw,
Amazonics,
Gang Green,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Remains,
Kerrie Biddell,
Iggy Pop,
Yaz,
The Searchers,
Amon Düül II,
Jeff Lynne,
One Last Wish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Urselle,
Dual Sessions,
Fear,
E-Dancer,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Derrick May,
The Birthday Party,
Moebius,
Fat Boys,
Eric Copeland,
Blake Baxter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tom Boy,
Anakelly,
Eddi Front,
Infiniti,
Dorothy Ashby,
Franke,
The Litter,
Darondo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
cv313,
Sister Nancy,
Dave Gahan,
The Martian,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.