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 Uzbekistan and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Colin Newman to the grunge 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
The Cramps,
Tears for Fears,
The Music Machine,
The Monks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Glenn Branca,
Dorothy Ashby,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joe Finger,
Connie Case,
ABBA,
Gang of Four,
Nils Olav,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ossler,
Sam Rivers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Smoke,
Echospace,
Jeru the Damaja,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Association,
T.S.O.L.,
Grey Daturas,
Basic Channel,
Camberwell Now,
Massinfluence,
Dave Gahan,
Jandek,
Colin Newman,
New Order,
The Invisible,
Maleditus Sound,
Joy Division,
Yellowson,
Faraquet,
This Heat,
Buzzcocks,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Birthday Party,
La Düsseldorf,
The Wake,
Jeff Lynne,
Brass Construction,
Fela Kuti,
Bootsy Collins,
Byron Stingily,
The Moleskins,
Reuben Wilson,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sound,
Yazoo,
Gichy Dan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Happenings,
New Age Steppers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stereo Dub,
Erykah Badu,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.