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 Russia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Wire,
The Count Five,
Subhumans,
Sparks,
Faraquet,
DJ Sneak,
Loose Ends,
Todd Terry,
The Dirtbombs,
Infiniti,
Grey Daturas,
Livin' Joy,
The Searchers,
Metal Thangz,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thompson Twins,
Average White Band,
Skaos,
The Fortunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bad Manners,
Ohio Players,
U.S. Maple,
Eden Ahbez,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crooked Eye,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Offenders,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Chris Corsano,
The Human League,
a-ha,
Barbara Tucker,
Television,
Jawbox,
Eurythmics,
Lou Reed,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Sonics,
Soulsonic Force,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Leaves,
Jacob Miller,
Trumans Water,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Swans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rufus Thomas,
Lightning Bolt,
Index,
Brothers Johnson,
Cluster,
Reuben Wilson,
Aloha Tigers,
Marcia Griffiths,
cv313,
Howard Jones,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.