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 Jordan and from Bologna.
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 Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar 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 U.S. Maple to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Aural Exciters,
Minutemen,
Andrew Hill,
Wire,
Malaria!,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ronan,
Bauhaus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Suicide,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Steve Hackett,
Stiv Bators,
OOIOO,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deadbeat,
Rekid,
Circle Jerks,
The Techniques,
Crash Course in Science,
Simply Red,
Swell Maps,
Kenny Larkin,
Bang On A Can,
Joy Division,
The Dead C,
Index,
Morten Harket,
AZ,
The Barracudas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yusef Lateef,
John Coltrane,
Radiohead,
Soft Machine,
Brothers Johnson,
Alphaville,
The Mojo Men,
These Immortal Souls,
The Zeros,
Masters at Work,
Lakeside,
a-ha,
Sight & Sound,
The Smoke,
Technova,
Delta 5,
Anthony Braxton,
Babytalk,
The Searchers,
The Moody Blues,
Quando Quango,
Los Fastidios,
Soulsonic Force,
Crispian St. Peters,
KRS-One,
T. Rex,
Icehouse,
Amon Düül,
Matthew Bourne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.