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 Comoros and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Lower 48 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Marvin Gaye,
Sparks,
Nirvana,
The Monks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Offenders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Letta Mbulu,
Flash Fearless,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rites of Spring,
Monks,
Bobby Byrd,
Crooked Eye,
Alton Ellis,
Lindisfarne,
Wasted Youth,
Eddi Front,
Pole,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Move,
Todd Rundgren,
Steve Hackett,
Country Teasers,
Rakim,
The Misunderstood,
Funkadelic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alphaville,
The Invisible,
Pantaleimon,
Ten City,
Pussy Galore,
UT,
Roger Hodgson,
This Heat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aloha Tigers,
Au Pairs,
Can,
Reuben Wilson,
Thee Headcoats,
Bronski Beat,
These Immortal Souls,
Q and Not U,
The Durutti Column,
Amon Düül II,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
X-Ray Spex,
The Names,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sexual Harrassment,
A Certain Ratio,
Funky Four + One,
Unwound,
Motorama,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.