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 Croatia and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 Sun City Girls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Essential Logic,
the Normal,
Peter & Gordon,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Associates,
Yaz,
Porter Ricks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ice-T,
Los Fastidios,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aswad,
The Cramps,
JFA,
MC5,
Funkadelic,
Mo-Dettes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
MDC,
Todd Terry,
The Tremeloes,
Tubeway Army,
U.S. Maple,
Janne Schatter,
Nik Kershaw,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pere Ubu,
Scion,
Danielle Patucci,
Ornette Coleman,
Can,
Maurizio,
Toni Rubio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marvin Gaye,
Jacques Brel,
The Pretty Things,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bluetip,
The Shadows of Knight,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lucky Dragons,
Fluxion,
The Cowsills,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Christie,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lungfish,
Sandy B,
Robert Wyatt,
The Kinks,
OOIOO,
Maleditus Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
H. Thieme,
The Pop Group,
Simply Red,
The Standells,
the Fania All-Stars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.