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 Sri Lanka and from Spokane.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 Ultravox to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Model 500,
Lightning Bolt,
Drexciya,
Yellowson,
Ice-T,
Gastr Del Sol,
Maurizio,
Electric Prunes,
Malaria!,
The Dead C,
Albert Ayler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
This Heat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Radiohead,
Bobby Byrd,
Stiv Bators,
Roger Hodgson,
Wings,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lalann,
Quantec,
Goldenarms,
Dark Day,
Procol Harum,
H. Thieme,
Mad Mike,
New Order,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Icehouse,
Matthew Halsall,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cowsills,
The Moody Blues,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sun Ra,
Junior Murvin,
Das Ding,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Flesh Eaters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Standells,
The Martian,
Suburban Knight,
Glenn Branca,
Scott Walker,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kayak,
Joe Finger,
Gerry Rafferty,
Niagra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Busters,
AZ,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Make Up,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.