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 Benin and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Interpol to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
These Immortal Souls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Reed,
the Soft Cell,
Howard Jones,
Camouflage,
Zapp,
Magma,
Warren Ellis,
Suicide,
Arthur Verocai,
Gil Scott Heron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bluetip,
Crispy Ambulance,
Drive Like Jehu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Monks,
Bill Near,
MDC,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sarah Menescal,
Youth Brigade,
Scientists,
Johnny Clarke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gabor Szabo,
Brick,
Ultra Naté,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eurythmics,
Matthew Bourne,
Hashim,
the Slits,
UT,
Loose Ends,
Urselle,
Nirvana,
Oneida,
Lindisfarne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Carl Craig,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Amazonics,
Crooked Eye,
Marc Almond,
ABBA,
MC5,
In Retrospect,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bang On A Can,
Deakin,
T. Rex,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yazoo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.