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 Malta and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 X-Ray Spex to the electroclash 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Scan 7,
Yellowson,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lakeside,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kerrie Biddell,
F. McDonald,
Harmonia,
Bobby Womack,
Harry Pussy,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Sherman,
Gichy Dan,
Tim Buckley,
Gabor Szabo,
Peter and Kerry,
Jeff Lynne,
Skriet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nils Olav,
John Holt,
Circle Jerks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Matthew Bourne,
Roxy Music,
The Stooges,
Lucky Dragons,
Mad Mike,
Tom Boy,
The Martian,
Thee Headcoats,
Animal Collective,
Cheater Slicks,
Arab on Radar,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Slits,
Half Japanese,
Fatback Band,
Audionom,
Kool Moe Dee,
Spandau Ballet,
Dark Day,
The Victims,
The Sonics,
Subhumans,
Rod Modell,
Davy DMX,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
David Axelrod,
Eve St. Jones,
Motorama,
Dawn Penn,
Radio Birdman,
Sixth Finger,
Ossler,
The United States of America,
The Seeds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.