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 Djibouti and from Seoul.
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 Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ponytail to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
MC5,
Lebanon Hanover,
Josef K,
Tres Demented,
Lightning Bolt,
Gong,
The Wake,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Agitation Free,
Harmonia,
Skarface,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pylon,
Black Bananas,
Patti Smith,
Glenn Branca,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kayak,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Siglo XX,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Pus,
The Fugs,
Chrome,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Maurizio,
John Coltrane,
Popol Vuh,
L. Decosne,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boredoms,
Althea and Donna,
Ronan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stetsasonic,
Jawbox,
The Seeds,
Roxette,
Joyce Sims,
Masters at Work,
The Durutti Column,
Rod Modell,
Kenny Larkin,
Boz Scaggs,
Aural Exciters,
Q and Not U,
Guru Guru,
Groovy Waters,
Mantronix,
Darondo,
a-ha,
Visage,
Technova,
Junior Murvin,
Jerry's Kids,
Colin Newman,
Mandrill,
Das Ding,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.