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 Marshall Islands and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 Zeros to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Crooked Eye,
T.S.O.L.,
Crime,
Max Romeo,
Reagan Youth,
Alton Ellis,
X-101,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eddi Front,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Selecter,
Deakin,
Gang Green,
Funky Four + One,
This Heat,
Heaven 17,
Unwound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soft Cell,
Sam Rivers,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeff Lynne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fall,
Johnny Osbourne,
Judy Mowatt,
Inner City,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Slits,
UT,
U.S. Maple,
Fluxion,
Kool Moe Dee,
Easy Going,
Nation of Ulysses,
Saccharine Trust,
Blake Baxter,
Arthur Verocai,
The Martian,
Spandau Ballet,
Cameo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mandrill,
Deepchord,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ice-T,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Seeds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lyres,
The Moleskins,
Lou Christie,
Minny Pops,
Zapp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
One Last Wish,
Dark Day,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.