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 Antigua and from Tokyo.
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 Copenhagen and Edmonton.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mark Hollis to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
The United States of America,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Clear Light,
the Human League,
The Martian,
Ohio Players,
Outsiders,
The Cramps,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fatback Band,
Kas Product,
CMW,
Aswad,
The Young Rascals,
Marvin Gaye,
The Flesh Eaters,
Severed Heads,
Hasil Adkins,
The Birthday Party,
Unwound,
The Red Krayola,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Donald Byrd,
Chrome,
The Fortunes,
Dennis Brown,
Niagra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Moody Blues,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Infiniti,
Crispy Ambulance,
Boredoms,
Terry Callier,
Depeche Mode,
Sister Nancy,
Ponytail,
Soft Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
MDC,
R.M.O.,
Todd Rundgren,
Television,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cure,
Nirvana,
Eurythmics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Motions,
Bad Manners,
Minor Threat,
Grauzone,
Negative Approach,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gerry Rafferty,
June Days,
Iggy Pop,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Starr,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.