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 Congo and from London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 ABC to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Eddi Front,
The Martian,
Swell Maps,
ABC,
Cybotron,
10cc,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
ABBA,
The Fuzztones,
Chrome,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Sound,
The Victims,
the Germs,
Colin Newman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Qualms,
Joe Finger,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Zapp,
Joy Division,
LL Cool J,
Yaz,
Urselle,
Hasil Adkins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Agent Orange,
Audionom,
Flipper,
Black Pus,
Second Layer,
Negative Approach,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultravox,
The Dirtbombs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cal Tjader,
Jeru the Damaja,
D'Angelo,
Cymande,
The Young Rascals,
OOIOO,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Echospace,
Franke,
The Fall,
Patti Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hot Snakes,
Skaos,
Marc Almond,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Harry Pussy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nas,
Black Flag,
L. Decosne,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.