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 Gambia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Monochrome Set to the grime 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
AZ,
Derrick Morgan,
Niagra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fugs,
Black Moon,
The Offenders,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Move,
Quadrant,
Shuggie Otis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
K-Klass,
The Real Kids,
Silicon Teens,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yellowson,
Marc Almond,
Amon Düül,
Babytalk,
Derrick May,
Pere Ubu,
Janne Schatter,
Masters at Work,
Newcleus,
Harmonia,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jacob Miller,
Rod Modell,
Qualms,
Junior Murvin,
Half Japanese,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Trumans Water,
Albert Ayler,
Reuben Wilson,
The Residents,
Hot Snakes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thompson Twins,
Cymande,
Zapp,
Gichy Dan,
June Days,
Tubeway Army,
Eli Mardock,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jeff Lynne,
Howard Jones,
Gabor Szabo,
Darondo,
The Neon Judgement,
Sam Rivers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pantytec,
The Divine Comedy,
Saccharine Trust,
Ken Boothe,
Joy Division,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.