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 Sri Lanka and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Evens to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
The Mojo Men,
The Remains,
Mantronix,
The Buckinghams,
Barbara Tucker,
The Walker Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
Gong,
U.S. Maple,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bootsy Collins,
Al Stewart,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Livin' Joy,
the Bar-Kays,
The Toasters,
Pere Ubu,
Gichy Dan,
Black Sheep,
Pet Shop Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Byrd,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Lydon,
Lou Christie,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Morten Harket,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Litter,
Wally Richardson,
Yaz,
Roger Hodgson,
Yazoo,
Graham Central Station,
The Moleskins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
New York Dolls,
The Kinks,
JFA,
Brick,
Joe Smooth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brand Nubian,
DJ Sneak,
Pantytec,
World's Most,
Cheater Slicks,
Accadde A,
Technova,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bronski Beat,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Throbbing Gristle,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Don Cherry,
Marine Girls,
Robert Görl,
Q and Not U,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.