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 Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 Alphaville to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Holt,
UT,
Sister Nancy,
Deadbeat,
World's Most,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Invisible,
The Knickerbockers,
Pylon,
The Zeros,
KRS-One,
Brass Construction,
Cluster,
Bob Dylan,
The Fortunes,
Rufus Thomas,
Hardrive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang of Four,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gong,
Fat Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jacques Brel,
Sight & Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
In Retrospect,
Radiopuhelimet,
K-Klass,
The Young Rascals,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Guru Guru,
The Toasters,
Sugar Minott,
Das Ding,
Michelle Simonal,
Brick,
Second Layer,
Public Enemy,
Excepter,
Moss Icon,
Unrelated Segments,
Stiv Bators,
Absolute Body Control,
Alison Limerick,
Scott Walker,
The Angels of Light,
Al Stewart,
The Associates,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Junior Murvin,
Simply Red,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.