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 Suriname and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scott Walker to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Eli Mardock,
Dark Day,
Animal Collective,
Alton Ellis,
Siglo XX,
Ice-T,
Jesper Dahlback,
Average White Band,
The Fall,
a-ha,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultra Naté,
Matthew Bourne,
David Axelrod,
The Victims,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lightning Bolt,
Visage,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fugs,
Amon Düül II,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Young Rascals,
Crash Course in Science,
Nirvana,
Fad Gadget,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minny Pops,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mars,
The Blues Magoos,
Groovy Waters,
Man Parrish,
Motorama,
Simply Red,
Joy Division,
Don Cherry,
Grauzone,
Bob Dylan,
Lakeside,
Heaven 17,
Girls At Our Best!,
Monks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Con Funk Shun,
Shuggie Otis,
Wire,
Robert Hood,
Harry Pussy,
The Count Five,
The Names,
Guru Guru,
Ken Boothe,
Thee Headcoats,
Clear Light,
Mr. Review,
The Gun Club,
Fear,
Organ,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Modern Lovers,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.