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 Brazil and from Milan.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Sonics to the dance 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
The Human League,
Godley & Creme,
Urselle,
Todd Rundgren,
Q65,
John Cale,
Junior Murvin,
Animal Collective,
ABBA,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gap Band,
Funky Four + One,
Ultra Naté,
Supertramp,
Susan Cadogan,
kango's stein massive,
Technova,
Hardrive,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Spoonie Gee,
Rites of Spring,
Glenn Branca,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Banda Bassotti,
Barbara Tucker,
Sixth Finger,
Buzzcocks,
Sugar Minott,
The Buckinghams,
Pere Ubu,
Zero Boys,
The Cramps,
The Cowsills,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Association,
Jerry's Kids,
Pylon,
The Blackbyrds,
Theoretical Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Neil Young,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Symarip,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Görl,
Black Sheep,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stetsasonic,
Laurel Aitken,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tres Demented,
Camouflage,
48th St. Collective,
Lakeside,
Bobby Sherman,
The Walker Brothers,
The Dirtbombs,
Freddie Wadling,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.