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 Andorra and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lucky Dragons to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kenny Larkin,
The Associates,
Alphaville,
Vainqueur,
Black Flag,
L. Decosne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sound Behaviour,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kurtis Blow,
The Five Americans,
The Blues Magoos,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Delon & Dalcan,
Max Romeo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Judy Mowatt,
PIL,
Eurythmics,
Black Bananas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Trojans,
Hoover,
Tom Boy,
John Coltrane,
Young Marble Giants,
Pole,
UT,
Rites of Spring,
The Velvet Underground,
Crispian St. Peters,
Derrick May,
Loose Ends,
Brand Nubian,
Tres Demented,
Severed Heads,
Jawbox,
These Immortal Souls,
Rakim,
Niagra,
John Holt,
The Cramps,
Roger Hodgson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Shuggie Otis,
Todd Rundgren,
Todd Terry,
Agitation Free,
The Knickerbockers,
The Grass Roots,
Dead Boys,
the Germs,
Little Man,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dave Gahan,
Brothers Johnson,
Howard Jones,
Lakeside,
June Days,
Dorothy Ashby,
Model 500,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.