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 Croatia and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Velvet Underground to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed,
Supertramp,
Lungfish,
The Motions,
Make Up,
Maleditus Sound,
Pierre Henry,
Ossler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rotary Connection,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gap Band,
Masters at Work,
Guru Guru,
the Slits,
Byron Stingily,
Franke,
Agent Orange,
The Divine Comedy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sam Rivers,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sound,
Royal Trux,
Suicide,
These Immortal Souls,
Connie Case,
Minny Pops,
Aswad,
Lalann,
Lightning Bolt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-102,
Yazoo,
China Crisis,
The Five Americans,
Ultravox,
Unwound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flamin' Groovies,
Amon Düül,
The Pop Group,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oneida,
Minutemen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rufus Thomas,
Ice-T,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ornette Coleman,
Hasil Adkins,
Accadde A,
Procol Harum,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter and Kerry,
Sister Nancy,
The Evens,
L. Decosne,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.