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 Nauru and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 Black Bananas to the rock 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
The Associates,
Colin Newman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ronan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Man Parrish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Agent Orange,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Bar-Kays,
Lindisfarne,
Jawbox,
The Fuzztones,
the Swans,
Marmalade,
The Trojans,
The Seeds,
Inner City,
The Black Dice,
Average White Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Youth Brigade,
Desert Stars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Buzzcocks,
Bad Manners,
Nick Fraelich,
Davy DMX,
Metal Thangz,
Circle Jerks,
Boz Scaggs,
Moby Grape,
John Lydon,
Maleditus Sound,
Minor Threat,
Sparks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sexual Harrassment,
T.S.O.L.,
B.T. Express,
The Golliwogs,
Faust,
Electric Prunes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
AZ,
Rufus Thomas,
Yazoo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Blake Baxter,
DJ Sneak,
Don Cherry,
K-Klass,
Roger Hodgson,
The Divine Comedy,
L. Decosne,
Peter & Gordon,
Laurel Aitken,
The Stooges,
Bauhaus,
MDC,
John Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.