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 Spain and from Taipei.
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 Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Amon Düül to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
The Happenings,
Johnny Clarke,
Desert Stars,
Darondo,
Alton Ellis,
Thompson Twins,
Leonard Cohen,
Buzzcocks,
Piero Umiliani,
a-ha,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
EPMD,
David Bowie,
Marshall Jefferson,
Guru Guru,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ice-T,
Janne Schatter,
The Move,
The Buckinghams,
Harry Pussy,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Count Five,
Aural Exciters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kenny Larkin,
Lakeside,
Wolf Eyes,
Little Man,
Goldenarms,
Bluetip,
Zapp,
Nils Olav,
Fela Kuti,
Gichy Dan,
The Martian,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fugazi,
The Golliwogs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Motions,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Moleskins,
X-Ray Spex,
the Soft Cell,
Dave Gahan,
The Doors,
Rhythm & Sound,
E-Dancer,
Dead Boys,
This Heat,
Sonic Youth,
The Smiths,
Deadbeat,
Icehouse,
Hoover,
Motorama,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.