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 Latvia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Inner City,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joensuu 1685,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pylon,
Basic Channel,
Harmonia,
Sugar Minott,
Swell Maps,
Intrusion,
Zapp,
Bauhaus,
The Vogues,
The Black Dice,
Black Moon,
Althea and Donna,
Magazine,
MC5,
Cluster,
Qualms,
The Remains,
Ornette Coleman,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultravox,
Alice Coltrane,
Man Parrish,
Maleditus Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scratch Acid,
Godley & Creme,
Wasted Youth,
The Names,
Average White Band,
The Gladiators,
the Normal,
The Fuzztones,
the Soft Cell,
John Holt,
Reuben Wilson,
Fugazi,
Franke,
Aaron Thompson,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Danielle Patucci,
Stiv Bators,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oblivians,
Crooked Eye,
The Busters,
Ossler,
The Gories,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
One Last Wish,
Heaven 17,
Sällskapet,
Bluetip,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cure,
DJ Style,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Y Pants,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.