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 Peru and from Woodstock.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Accadde A 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Juan Atkins,
Sun City Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
Mission of Burma,
Iggy Pop,
Aaron Thompson,
The Red Krayola,
Babytalk,
Reuben Wilson,
Pylon,
Agitation Free,
Roxette,
Negative Approach,
Bluetip,
Suburban Knight,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Susan Cadogan,
Freddie Wadling,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Godley & Creme,
Newcleus,
Aloha Tigers,
Amon Düül,
Mandrill,
Easy Going,
Skarface,
the Association,
Dennis Brown,
The Evens,
DNA,
Alton Ellis,
Minny Pops,
Supertramp,
Kerrie Biddell,
Q and Not U,
Lakeside,
Country Teasers,
Alison Limerick,
Crime,
The Seeds,
Youth Brigade,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minor Threat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Schoolly D,
LL Cool J,
Ludus,
Mo-Dettes,
The American Breed,
The Saints,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kerri Chandler,
Drive Like Jehu,
Funky Four + One,
The Tremeloes,
Sound Behaviour,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bill Near,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Severed Heads,
The Gap Band,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.