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 Seychelles and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 American Breed to the rock 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Tres Demented,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jawbox,
Suburban Knight,
Patti Smith,
John Holt,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Smiths,
The Star Department,
Mark Hollis,
Q and Not U,
Cymande,
Goldenarms,
Eric B and Rakim,
L. Decosne,
Ituana,
Pagans,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Black Dice,
the Soft Cell,
Mandrill,
Rod Modell,
The Slits,
Oneida,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Archie Shepp,
Porter Ricks,
DJ Sneak,
Roy Ayers,
Popol Vuh,
Masters at Work,
Sam Rivers,
Harry Pussy,
T. Rex,
The Remains,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Niagra,
Brass Construction,
Sällskapet,
Angry Samoans,
Connie Case,
Ornette Coleman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultravox,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Motorama,
Magma,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
One Last Wish,
The Martian,
Deakin,
John Cale,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Monks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Accadde A,
New Order,
Funky Four + One,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Invisible,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.