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 Bolivia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Excepter to the funk 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Green,
Junior Murvin,
Rod Modell,
Amon Düül,
Prince Buster,
Loose Ends,
Steve Hackett,
The Real Kids,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Toasters,
Cal Tjader,
Trumans Water,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Terry Callier,
Radio Birdman,
the Human League,
JFA,
Camberwell Now,
Yellowson,
The Fortunes,
New Age Steppers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alison Limerick,
The Beau Brummels,
Vladislav Delay,
Jacob Miller,
Brand Nubian,
Adolescents,
Todd Rundgren,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sister Nancy,
The Cure,
Glenn Branca,
CMW,
Audionom,
Severed Heads,
Idris Muhammad,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Flag,
Siglo XX,
Andrew Hill,
Thompson Twins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Alarm Clocks,
Circle Jerks,
Stetsasonic,
Heaven 17,
The Skatalites,
Clear Light,
Al Stewart,
10cc,
Bush Tetras,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wolf Eyes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Harry Pussy,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.