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 Portugal and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Popol Vuh to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Ludus,
Electric Prunes,
Index,
Bob Dylan,
The Wake,
Porter Ricks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scrapy,
CMW,
Tommy Roe,
Cymande,
The Zeros,
The Martian,
The Neon Judgement,
Agent Orange,
The Music Machine,
Reagan Youth,
Grauzone,
kango's stein massive,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Moleskins,
Alice Coltrane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
L. Decosne,
Kayak,
Fluxion,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dirtbombs,
Fear,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Count Five,
Guru Guru,
Nas,
Peter & Gordon,
Gichy Dan,
Nils Olav,
Duran Duran,
Wally Richardson,
Sonic Youth,
Man Parrish,
Amazonics,
The Slackers,
the Swans,
Smog,
Rites of Spring,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sound,
Visage,
Bronski Beat,
Bush Tetras,
Inner City,
Don Cherry,
the Human League,
Connie Case,
The Star Department,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The United States of America,
Arcadia,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe 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.