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 Cambodia and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Remains to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Durutti Column,
World's Most,
Masters at Work,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Al Stewart,
Dead Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brass Construction,
Drexciya,
Wire,
Ornette Coleman,
Quando Quango,
The Five Americans,
Country Teasers,
Pere Ubu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Chrome,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eddi Front,
Bill Near,
DJ Style,
The Slackers,
James White and The Blacks,
Yaz,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Raincoats,
Howard Jones,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sonny Sharrock,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aaron Thompson,
Matthew Bourne,
Neu!,
Make Up,
Roy Ayers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Monochrome Set,
Sound Behaviour,
Minutemen,
Dual Sessions,
Buzzcocks,
Agent Orange,
Easy Going,
Jeff Lynne,
Adolescents,
Black Sheep,
Eurythmics,
Harmonia,
Freddie Wadling,
the Slits,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radiohead,
X-101,
Kool Moe Dee,
Basic Channel,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.