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 Togo and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Yellowson to the punk 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Eve St. Jones,
Rotary Connection,
Idris Muhammad,
Rufus Thomas,
The Remains,
Saccharine Trust,
Mandrill,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joey Negro,
The Knickerbockers,
Von Mondo,
Newcleus,
Lou Reed,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Unwound,
DJ Sneak,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Sherman,
The Durutti Column,
Massinfluence,
Hot Snakes,
Audionom,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Organ,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sällskapet,
The Raincoats,
David McCallum,
Pere Ubu,
Rekid,
Cluster,
Average White Band,
The Beau Brummels,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Lydon,
Eric Copeland,
Can,
Matthew Halsall,
Eddi Front,
The Residents,
James White and The Blacks,
Spandau Ballet,
Outsiders,
Joensuu 1685,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cure,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultravox,
Camouflage,
Jeff Lynne,
Flipper,
Wire,
Skaos,
LL Cool J,
Vladislav Delay,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sight & Sound,
Sun City Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.