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 Kiribati and from Calgary.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Roxy Music to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Y Pants,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Second Layer,
Bobby Byrd,
Scratch Acid,
The American Breed,
The Smiths,
Lindisfarne,
Panda Bear,
Barclay James Harvest,
Outsiders,
Marc Almond,
Procol Harum,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soul II Soul,
The New Christs,
Loose Ends,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Slick Rick,
Anthony Braxton,
Mantronix,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
China Crisis,
Mo-Dettes,
Aloha Tigers,
The Divine Comedy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Colin Newman,
Joey Negro,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moby Grape,
Pere Ubu,
Deepchord,
Tommy Roe,
Bill Near,
Scan 7,
Absolute Body Control,
The Searchers,
Harry Pussy,
Tres Demented,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Starr,
The Fuzztones,
Public Image Ltd.,
Josef K,
Grauzone,
The Durutti Column,
Wire,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Easy Going,
The Mummies,
Massinfluence,
Don Cherry,
Rod Modell,
Nirvana,
Deakin,
Neu!,
X-Ray Spex,
The Victims,
Ultra Naté,
Toni Rubio,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.