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 Albania and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 John Lydon to the rock 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lucky Dragons,
JFA,
Archie Shepp,
Duran Duran,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Guru Guru,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sun City Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Pussy Galore,
Reuben Wilson,
R.M.O.,
World's Most,
Brothers Johnson,
Hot Snakes,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Raincoats,
Swans,
Gang of Four,
Liliput,
Tubeway Army,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Goldenarms,
Spandau Ballet,
The Litter,
Rapeman,
Talk Talk,
Moby Grape,
Rufus Thomas,
Barrington Levy,
Lindisfarne,
Drexciya,
Ultra Naté,
Toni Rubio,
the Bar-Kays,
Dual Sessions,
Siglo XX,
The New Christs,
New Age Steppers,
The Walker Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
H. Thieme,
Supertramp,
Jawbox,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
PIL,
John Foxx,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joy Division,
China Crisis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Last Poets,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Adolescents,
Subhumans,
Urselle,
Black Flag,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.