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 Ireland and from Woodstock.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Scientists,
Unrelated Segments,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lower 48,
Roger Hodgson,
Negative Approach,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
X-Ray Spex,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Funkadelic,
T.S.O.L.,
Country Teasers,
Slave,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ludus,
Marine Girls,
The Tremeloes,
LL Cool J,
Maurizio,
Mr. Review,
Cymande,
Malaria!,
Basic Channel,
Sixth Finger,
New York Dolls,
Rhythm & Sound,
MDC,
Dave Gahan,
John Cale,
Grey Daturas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Byrd,
The Smiths,
Bill Wells,
Terrestrial Tones,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cowsills,
The Gun Club,
DNA,
MC5,
Tommy Roe,
L. Decosne,
Wolf Eyes,
Jerry's Kids,
Ponytail,
Arab on Radar,
The Saints,
10cc,
Pere Ubu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rakim,
Crooked Eye,
F. McDonald,
The Vogues,
Terry Callier,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mantronix,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.