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 St Lucia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Public Image Ltd. to the electroclash 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dave Gahan,
Ultravox,
These Immortal Souls,
Whodini,
Groovy Waters,
Pylon,
Yellowson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fortunes,
the Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ituana,
Alphaville,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
U.S. Maple,
World's Most,
Dark Day,
Arcadia,
Model 500,
This Heat,
The Techniques,
Mantronix,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Amon Düül,
Cheater Slicks,
Susan Cadogan,
Easy Going,
Eli Mardock,
Gang of Four,
Ludus,
Bobby Womack,
X-Ray Spex,
The Misunderstood,
Second Layer,
John Lydon,
The Buckinghams,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cybotron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Morten Harket,
Popol Vuh,
One Last Wish,
Youth Brigade,
D'Angelo,
The Black Dice,
Scientists,
James White and The Blacks,
Trumans Water,
Grauzone,
Supertramp,
T.S.O.L.,
Dawn Penn,
Minnie Riperton,
The Monks,
Sparks,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Moleskins,
Mark Hollis,
Maleditus Sound,
Schoolly D,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.