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 Russia 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 Radio Birdman to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Jawbox,
The Stooges,
Jeff Lynne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Livin' Joy,
Shoche,
Talk Talk,
Stockholm Monsters,
Buzzcocks,
The Fall,
Pantaleimon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
Adolescents,
The Selecter,
K-Klass,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hasil Adkins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roger Hodgson,
Moss Icon,
Visage,
FM Einheit,
Animal Collective,
Joy Division,
Organ,
Q65,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Funky Four + One,
T. Rex,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Wake,
Barry Ungar,
A Certain Ratio,
Scion,
Terry Callier,
Masters at Work,
John Coltrane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Star Department,
The Divine Comedy,
Marine Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Index,
Kaleidoscope,
Aural Exciters,
Excepter,
EPMD,
Loose Ends,
Television Personalities,
In Retrospect,
Black Sheep,
Glambeats Corp.,
Niagra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cheater Slicks,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.