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 Panama 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Byrd,
Skaos,
Jacques Brel,
Banda Bassotti,
Brick,
Oneida,
Ten City,
Camberwell Now,
The Stooges,
The Mummies,
Brass Construction,
Ash Ra Tempel,
David Axelrod,
Harry Pussy,
the Human League,
The Leaves,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wally Richardson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soft Machine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blancmange,
The Knickerbockers,
Warsaw,
Sun City Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rhythm & Sound,
Josef K,
The Red Krayola,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Real Kids,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sparks,
Lou Reed,
Lungfish,
Bang On A Can,
The Music Machine,
The Seeds,
Grauzone,
PIL,
Unrelated Segments,
The Young Rascals,
DJ Sneak,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Techniques,
Dave Gahan,
Moby Grape,
Skriet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aloha Tigers,
Lindisfarne,
Blossom Toes,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dirtbombs,
Kerri Chandler,
Essential Logic,
Liliput,
Interpol,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.