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 Montenegro and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sun City Girls to the jazz 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Sun City Girls,
Angry Samoans,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Divine Comedy,
Country Teasers,
The Gladiators,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lakeside,
The Martian,
Barry Ungar,
Make Up,
Flipper,
Fad Gadget,
Neu!,
Alphaville,
Suburban Knight,
Barbara Tucker,
Vainqueur,
Derrick May,
Echospace,
Anthony Braxton,
Wasted Youth,
The Toasters,
Excepter,
L. Decosne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Leonard Cohen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Zapp,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Christie,
Archie Shepp,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Duran Duran,
Public Enemy,
Bizarre Inc.,
June Days,
Mandrill,
Eric Dolphy,
the Association,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minor Threat,
The Young Rascals,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Laurel Aitken,
Nico,
a-ha,
Pylon,
Unwound,
Janne Schatter,
Pere Ubu,
Scan 7,
Moss Icon,
Jeff Mills,
Wire,
Massinfluence,
Technova,
Eve St. Jones,
Funkadelic,
the Swans,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.