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 Luxembourg and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ultravox to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
The Fugs,
Marc Almond,
Arcadia,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter and Kerry,
The American Breed,
The Fuzztones,
Clear Light,
Unrelated Segments,
Eve St. Jones,
Technova,
Eddi Front,
Prince Buster,
The Evens,
DJ Style,
Lyres,
Lungfish,
Boz Scaggs,
Sällskapet,
The Five Americans,
The Velvet Underground,
John Lydon,
Mission of Burma,
Kerri Chandler,
Gichy Dan,
Eden Ahbez,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bush Tetras,
Tres Demented,
Ice-T,
Gang of Four,
Quantec,
James White and The Blacks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
kango's stein massive,
The Toasters,
The Stooges,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sarah Menescal,
Aaron Thompson,
Yaz,
Althea and Donna,
The Saints,
Scratch Acid,
Scott Walker,
La Düsseldorf,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Invisible,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jandek,
Underground Resistance,
Niagra,
Television,
The Searchers,
FM Einheit,
Chris Corsano,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.