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 New Zealand and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Count Five to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Ludus,
Byron Stingily,
Procol Harum,
The Monochrome Set,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Spandau Ballet,
Minor Threat,
48th St. Collective,
The Trojans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pulsallama,
Boz Scaggs,
Kool Moe Dee,
La Düsseldorf,
Pussy Galore,
The Blues Magoos,
World's Most,
the Germs,
Aloha Tigers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Stooges,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Buckinghams,
Erasure,
Grauzone,
Spoonie Gee,
Saccharine Trust,
The Zeros,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alphaville,
EPMD,
Pet Shop Boys,
Magazine,
Sexual Harrassment,
A Flock of Seagulls,
KRS-One,
The Raincoats,
Sam Rivers,
The New Christs,
Mission of Burma,
Jesper Dahlback,
Malaria!,
Bauhaus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
ABBA,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Evens,
Neil Young,
X-Ray Spex,
Q65,
Maurizio,
Monolake,
James White and The Blacks,
Aural Exciters,
Althea and Donna,
The Cure,
Donny Hathaway,
Reuben Wilson,
Dual Sessions,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.