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 Bolivia and from Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 PIL to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Derrick May,
Grauzone,
June Days,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hasil Adkins,
Simply Red,
Crime,
The Standells,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Lydon,
The Barracudas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter & Gordon,
the Soft Cell,
Boogie Down Productions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camouflage,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The J.B.'s,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nils Olav,
Barry Ungar,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Stooges,
The Star Department,
Sound Behaviour,
Mantronix,
Black Sheep,
Marmalade,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Franke,
Leonard Cohen,
Grey Daturas,
Interpol,
Au Pairs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lyres,
The Zeros,
The Residents,
Tim Buckley,
a-ha,
Pantytec,
UT,
Traffic Nightmare,
Vainqueur,
Anakelly,
Sister Nancy,
Q and Not U,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Tremeloes,
Skriet,
Blake Baxter,
The Techniques,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Flag,
Morten Harket,
Reagan Youth,
Animal Collective,
Sandy B,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.