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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the electroclash 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Bill Wells,
Bang On A Can,
John Foxx,
Lower 48,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Index,
Blossom Toes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joey Negro,
Freddie Wadling,
Yazoo,
Audionom,
Aswad,
Connie Case,
Peter & Gordon,
the Swans,
Nirvana,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radiohead,
Tubeway Army,
Brand Nubian,
Grauzone,
David Bowie,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kerri Chandler,
The Last Poets,
Aaron Thompson,
Clear Light,
The Buckinghams,
Kayak,
Ludus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Infiniti,
Khruangbin,
Tim Buckley,
Flipper,
The Fuzztones,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roxy Music,
Talk Talk,
AZ,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alice Coltrane,
Man Eating Sloth,
David McCallum,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Trojans,
PIL,
Erasure,
Spandau Ballet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Invisible,
Rod Modell,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultravox,
June of 44,
Qualms,
Metal Thangz,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.