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 Montenegro and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Misunderstood to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
cv313,
Blancmange,
ABC,
Clear Light,
Reuben Wilson,
Piero Umiliani,
Nas,
Franke,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Womack,
Scott Walker,
The Residents,
Interpol,
The Music Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Desert Stars,
Dawn Penn,
Boredoms,
Eric Dolphy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
JFA,
Matthew Bourne,
the Soft Cell,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Andrew Hill,
The Sonics,
Brothers Johnson,
Panda Bear,
Kevin Saunderson,
Albert Ayler,
Y Pants,
Vladislav Delay,
Flash Fearless,
X-Ray Spex,
Tres Demented,
Television Personalities,
Duran Duran,
Judy Mowatt,
F. McDonald,
Todd Rundgren,
Rufus Thomas,
Alton Ellis,
The Electric Prunes,
the Association,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Slits,
The New Christs,
Chris Corsano,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radio Birdman,
Gang Green,
Deadbeat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Erykah Badu,
Deakin,
Althea and Donna,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.