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 Mozambique and from Madrid.
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 Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Joey Negro,
The Vogues,
Erasure,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Marmalade,
Yellowson,
Davy DMX,
Skarface,
Silicon Teens,
Sex Pistols,
The Alarm Clocks,
Susan Cadogan,
Camouflage,
Kaleidoscope,
Monolake,
Rufus Thomas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Visage,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Half Japanese,
Man Parrish,
Little Man,
Can,
The Stooges,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bang On A Can,
Quadrant,
Charles Mingus,
Gabor Szabo,
Television,
The Modern Lovers,
Electric Prunes,
Stetsasonic,
One Last Wish,
Sound Behaviour,
Magma,
Morten Harket,
Lou Christie,
Hot Snakes,
Excepter,
Prince Buster,
Josef K,
Brothers Johnson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Chris Corsano,
The Golliwogs,
The J.B.'s,
Clear Light,
Archie Shepp,
Black Bananas,
Joensuu 1685,
The Angels of Light,
Jacob Miller,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Guru Guru,
X-102,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fugs,
Eli Mardock,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.