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 Netherlands and from Glasgow.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Boredoms to the dance 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Archie Shepp,
Soul II Soul,
Eric Copeland,
Section 25,
Spoonie Gee,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nico,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Litter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lucky Dragons,
Joey Negro,
Warren Ellis,
Essential Logic,
Model 500,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David Bowie,
Jandek,
Mad Mike,
Ice-T,
Minutemen,
Dead Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Wally Richardson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Technova,
Black Flag,
T.S.O.L.,
Suicide,
Tubeway Army,
Howard Jones,
Tom Boy,
Schoolly D,
The Victims,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Slick Rick,
These Immortal Souls,
The Smoke,
Masters at Work,
Bill Wells,
cv313,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soft Cell,
Skriet,
Skaos,
Marine Girls,
Crooked Eye,
Girls At Our Best!,
a-ha,
Moby Grape,
The American Breed,
China Crisis,
Panda Bear,
Aaron Thompson,
48th St. Collective,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.