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 Belgium and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Bauhaus to the disco 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Sight & Sound,
Jacques Brel,
Judy Mowatt,
The Star Department,
Banda Bassotti,
Urselle,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fear,
In Retrospect,
Moss Icon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Skriet,
Simply Red,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Steve Hackett,
Colin Newman,
Wings,
The Angels of Light,
Lyres,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alison Limerick,
Franke,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wire,
Maurizio,
Nas,
Blancmange,
Hot Snakes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Buckinghams,
Gabor Szabo,
The Last Poets,
Traffic Nightmare,
Flash Fearless,
Patti Smith,
Wally Richardson,
The Gun Club,
Derrick May,
Funkadelic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Howard Jones,
the Soft Cell,
Grauzone,
Skarface,
Khruangbin,
The Selecter,
Roxy Music,
PIL,
Dual Sessions,
Agitation Free,
Royal Trux,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quantec,
LL Cool J,
Symarip,
Model 500,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.