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 Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Neu! to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
The Zeros,
The Black Dice,
The Buckinghams,
Dark Day,
Animal Collective,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minny Pops,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Don Cherry,
Marine Girls,
The Move,
Aaron Thompson,
Barbara Tucker,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Interpol,
Icehouse,
Make Up,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Jacques Brel,
The J.B.'s,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
10cc,
Spandau Ballet,
The Birthday Party,
Kevin Saunderson,
Accadde A,
Ice-T,
Heaven 17,
Stetsasonic,
Scratch Acid,
Sparks,
The Searchers,
Moebius,
Section 25,
The Walker Brothers,
Stiv Bators,
The Saints,
The Wake,
Unrelated Segments,
Monolake,
Adolescents,
Country Teasers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
These Immortal Souls,
The Neon Judgement,
Joy Division,
The Motions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gichy Dan,
Oneida,
Roy Ayers,
Minutemen,
Cybotron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thompson Twins,
Darondo,
Wolf Eyes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Victims,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.