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 Taiwan and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Heaven 17 to the punk 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
John Cale,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
JFA,
Parry Music,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nik Kershaw,
Altered Images,
Todd Terry,
Echospace,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lalann,
Joensuu 1685,
X-Ray Spex,
Colin Newman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rekid,
Jeff Lynne,
Schoolly D,
Alison Limerick,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vladislav Delay,
The Victims,
UT,
Sällskapet,
Wolf Eyes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pantaleimon,
Sparks,
Pulsallama,
Ronnie Foster,
Harmonia,
Alphaville,
Bauhaus,
DJ Sneak,
Toni Rubio,
June Days,
Zero Boys,
The Remains,
Soulsonic Force,
Archie Shepp,
Black Moon,
These Immortal Souls,
The Doors,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
New Age Steppers,
Wire,
Depeche Mode,
La Düsseldorf,
Underground Resistance,
Derrick Morgan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ohio Players,
The Fugs,
Eurythmics,
Glenn Branca,
The Knickerbockers,
Y Pants,
The Electric Prunes,
Letta Mbulu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.