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 Macedonia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marc Almond to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aural Exciters,
Pulsallama,
These Immortal Souls,
Second Layer,
Bill Near,
Negative Approach,
The Wake,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter and Kerry,
The American Breed,
The Black Dice,
Leonard Cohen,
Icehouse,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Los Fastidios,
Gang of Four,
Jerry's Kids,
The Mojo Men,
The Dave Clark Five,
Carl Craig,
The Pop Group,
Pantytec,
Eddi Front,
Scion,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gap Band,
Inner City,
Wire,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Electric Prunes,
Bang On A Can,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soft Machine,
Suburban Knight,
The Cosmic Jokers,
R.M.O.,
Joe Finger,
MDC,
Fluxion,
Black Sheep,
The Pretty Things,
The Gories,
Delta 5,
Symarip,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott Heron,
Girls At Our Best!,
Livin' Joy,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Slits,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Japan,
The Fall,
The Five Americans,
Ultravox,
Byron Stingily,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.