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 Saudi Arabia and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Halifax.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tommy Roe to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pere Ubu,
Inner City,
Sex Pistols,
Boz Scaggs,
Jandek,
Erasure,
Steve Hackett,
Alice Coltrane,
L. Decosne,
The Gun Club,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rapeman,
Vladislav Delay,
Bill Wells,
Guru Guru,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Arcadia,
Au Pairs,
Sixth Finger,
Babytalk,
the Soft Cell,
Grey Daturas,
Bob Dylan,
Nik Kershaw,
Can,
Pantytec,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tom Boy,
Dennis Brown,
Alton Ellis,
Popol Vuh,
The Human League,
The Motions,
Brick,
Joe Smooth,
The Litter,
LL Cool J,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Martian,
Harry Pussy,
Public Enemy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Youth Brigade,
The Angels of Light,
Infiniti,
Rekid,
Rufus Thomas,
The Neon Judgement,
Skarface,
Funkadelic,
Depeche Mode,
Nico,
Gang of Four,
The Cowsills,
OOIOO,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grauzone,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.