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 Madagascar and from Madrid.
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 Hong Kong and Stockholm.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 United States of America to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sexual Harrassment,
Khruangbin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minutemen,
Siglo XX,
Roger Hodgson,
Boz Scaggs,
The Invisible,
Swell Maps,
June Days,
Ten City,
The Birthday Party,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Carl Craig,
Ossler,
Faust,
E-Dancer,
Stiv Bators,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bauhaus,
LL Cool J,
Dawn Penn,
Tubeway Army,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dead C,
Black Sheep,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tom Boy,
10cc,
Marc Almond,
Peter and Kerry,
Funky Four + One,
the Normal,
Malaria!,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Spoonie Gee,
U.S. Maple,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aswad,
Lakeside,
the Sonics,
Bobby Byrd,
The Dirtbombs,
KRS-One,
Anakelly,
Urselle,
Iggy Pop,
Crime,
Rosa Yemen,
The Blackbyrds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Henry Cow,
Scrapy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amazonics,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.