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 Spain and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Zero Boys to the electroclash 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Sam Rivers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Josef K,
The Divine Comedy,
Harry Pussy,
Harpers Bizarre,
This Heat,
Massinfluence,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joy Division,
The Blackbyrds,
Bootsy Collins,
The Evens,
Swell Maps,
Robert Görl,
The American Breed,
Lyres,
Infiniti,
Essential Logic,
Morten Harket,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Prince Buster,
Rotary Connection,
Throbbing Gristle,
Buzzcocks,
Niagra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Birthday Party,
Saccharine Trust,
Glenn Branca,
Piero Umiliani,
Amon Düül II,
Cheater Slicks,
The Human League,
Porter Ricks,
The Blues Magoos,
Q65,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Womack,
Scientists,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pylon,
Underground Resistance,
Pantaleimon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Duran Duran,
Unrelated Segments,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Pus,
Radio Birdman,
Bad Manners,
Aural Exciters,
Easy Going,
The Misunderstood,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Neil Young,
Ultravox,
The Raincoats,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.