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 Moldova and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 Golliwogs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Josef K,
Q and Not U,
the Sonics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
X-101,
The United States of America,
Pierre Henry,
MDC,
Robert Görl,
Moss Icon,
Charles Mingus,
Half Japanese,
Theoretical Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Can,
Bad Manners,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Saccharine Trust,
The Pretty Things,
Panda Bear,
Brass Construction,
Aswad,
Johnny Clarke,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Zeros,
Scientists,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare,
Q65,
R.M.O.,
The Birthday Party,
Tom Boy,
Max Romeo,
Fluxion,
Agent Orange,
The Real Kids,
Von Mondo,
Camberwell Now,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Arcadia,
Main Source,
The Mighty Diamonds,
L. Decosne,
Rapeman,
The Standells,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hot Snakes,
Nils Olav,
Marc Almond,
Cheater Slicks,
Junior Murvin,
June of 44,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeff Mills,
Second Layer,
Joyce Sims,
The Move,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.