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 Nicaragua and from Johannesburg.
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 Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Television to the jazz 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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
A Certain Ratio,
Barbara Tucker,
The Knickerbockers,
Pylon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Pus,
MC5,
Scientists,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Underground Resistance,
Cluster,
Hashim,
Johnny Clarke,
Traffic Nightmare,
Charles Mingus,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Hood,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Monochrome Set,
Guru Guru,
Monolake,
Henry Cow,
Massinfluence,
Soul II Soul,
E-Dancer,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stereo Dub,
Albert Ayler,
ABC,
Kenny Larkin,
Jacob Miller,
Morten Harket,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minor Threat,
Aswad,
Lucky Dragons,
Little Man,
DNA,
a-ha,
Hoover,
Blake Baxter,
Agitation Free,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joensuu 1685,
Suburban Knight,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Youth Brigade,
Joe Smooth,
Deepchord,
Swell Maps,
Dead Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
The Names,
The Pop Group,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jacques Brel,
Sex Pistols,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Toasters,
Moebius,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.