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 Lithuania and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the electroclash 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
New York Dolls,
Todd Rundgren,
The Divine Comedy,
Thee Headcoats,
The Raincoats,
Porter Ricks,
Animal Collective,
Hasil Adkins,
T.S.O.L.,
The Move,
The Golliwogs,
The Knickerbockers,
The Count Five,
Fat Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arab on Radar,
Technova,
PIL,
The Tremeloes,
June Days,
Stiv Bators,
World's Most,
Pantytec,
The Skatalites,
Don Cherry,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sound,
Oblivians,
Jacob Miller,
Qualms,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marvin Gaye,
The Slackers,
B.T. Express,
Visage,
Outsiders,
Prince Buster,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Last Poets,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minnie Riperton,
Dawn Penn,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Television Personalities,
Sex Pistols,
Aloha Tigers,
Duran Duran,
Yusef Lateef,
Vladislav Delay,
Tom Boy,
The Moleskins,
Newcleus,
AZ,
48th St. Collective,
T. Rex,
Radiopuhelimet,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Sherman,
The Motions,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.