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 Tonga and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba 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 Suicide to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Subhumans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mojo Men,
Gerry Rafferty,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mark Hollis,
Wasted Youth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marmalade,
Idris Muhammad,
Basic Channel,
Erykah Badu,
Todd Terry,
Barbara Tucker,
Ossler,
Porter Ricks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alphaville,
Sparks,
Nils Olav,
The Cure,
Ornette Coleman,
Q65,
Joey Negro,
The United States of America,
Toni Rubio,
cv313,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mantronix,
Negative Approach,
F. McDonald,
Faust,
The Invisible,
Gang Green,
Crime,
Laurel Aitken,
Robert Wyatt,
Au Pairs,
PIL,
Pylon,
Roxette,
Tom Boy,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Christie,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Agent Orange,
The Remains,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Magazine,
Sällskapet,
Das Ding,
Ponytail,
Roxy Music,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Swans,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.