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 Slovenia 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 The Vogues to the grime 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Country Teasers,
Lou Reed,
Dennis Brown,
Susan Cadogan,
Terry Callier,
Ronan,
The Selecter,
Aswad,
Eve St. Jones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric B and Rakim,
Trumans Water,
Jeff Mills,
Vladislav Delay,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Christie,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Cale,
Minutemen,
Sandy B,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yellowson,
Cecil Taylor,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lower 48,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
Eli Mardock,
The Fuzztones,
Excepter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Count Five,
Talk Talk,
Kayak,
The Kinks,
Kenny Larkin,
The J.B.'s,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bauhaus,
The Divine Comedy,
Qualms,
Bootsy Collins,
The Modern Lovers,
Bronski Beat,
Second Layer,
The Barracudas,
Scion,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Real Kids,
Ice-T,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barbara Tucker,
Moss Icon,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.