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 Mali and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the rock 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
10cc,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Electric Prunes,
Crash Course in Science,
Qualms,
Maurizio,
Cal Tjader,
Ralphi Rosario,
Masters at Work,
Arthur Verocai,
Bob Dylan,
The Fall,
Nico,
Chris & Cosey,
Davy DMX,
Altered Images,
Godley & Creme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marine Girls,
Supertramp,
Malaria!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Glenn Branca,
Talk Talk,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
MC5,
Ronan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dark Day,
The Sonics,
Smog,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fear,
Marshall Jefferson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marmalade,
The Grass Roots,
This Heat,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sight & Sound,
Scott Walker,
DJ Style,
Aural Exciters,
Bush Tetras,
Tropical Tobacco,
Little Man,
The American Breed,
Television,
Ituana,
Mission of Burma,
Blake Baxter,
The Stooges,
Mars,
The Monochrome Set,
Grey Daturas,
Alison Limerick,
Bizarre Inc.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.