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 Mauritania 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar 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 Negative Approach to the funk 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Television Personalities,
Judy Mowatt,
Television,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cramps,
Brand Nubian,
Dave Gahan,
Outsiders,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Count Five,
The Techniques,
Cal Tjader,
Lungfish,
Sex Pistols,
The Blackbyrds,
The Monks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soft Cell,
Graham Central Station,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bauhaus,
The Mummies,
10cc,
The Misunderstood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Young Rascals,
Loose Ends,
Mark Hollis,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Standells,
The J.B.'s,
Todd Rundgren,
The Mojo Men,
The Star Department,
Pulsallama,
Skaos,
Bush Tetras,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jandek,
H. Thieme,
Boredoms,
Interpol,
Marmalade,
Ken Boothe,
Prince Buster,
Tubeway Army,
Moby Grape,
The Moleskins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Maleditus Sound,
E-Dancer,
The Real Kids,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crooked Eye,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.