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 Paraguay and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Blancmange to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
the Association,
ABC,
Sex Pistols,
Radio Birdman,
Jeff Lynne,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gories,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joensuu 1685,
Nico,
Skarface,
Malaria!,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
kango's stein massive,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Whodini,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Angry Samoans,
Soul II Soul,
Blossom Toes,
Youth Brigade,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stiv Bators,
The United States of America,
Oblivians,
Roy Ayers,
The Blackbyrds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Young Marble Giants,
Grey Daturas,
Tom Boy,
Supertramp,
Dawn Penn,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Matthew Bourne,
John Holt,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Wyatt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Bananas,
B.T. Express,
Scott Walker,
Quantec,
Thee Headcoats,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lower 48,
Gang Gang Dance,
The J.B.'s,
June Days,
Quando Quango,
New Age Steppers,
DJ Sneak,
Japan,
Das Ding,
Minutemen,
Tres Demented,
The Slits,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.