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 Somalia 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
The Music Machine,
Fela Kuti,
the Germs,
Arcadia,
Minnie Riperton,
Pagans,
MDC,
Royal Trux,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minor Threat,
Janne Schatter,
Lower 48,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Coltrane,
Jeff Lynne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Kinks,
Dawn Penn,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Christie,
Sixth Finger,
Isaac Hayes,
Siglo XX,
Black Moon,
The Pretty Things,
Crispian St. Peters,
CMW,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Leaves,
Sparks,
Godley & Creme,
H. Thieme,
The Young Rascals,
Tres Demented,
Eric Copeland,
Los Fastidios,
X-101,
The United States of America,
The Durutti Column,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jacob Miller,
The Dirtbombs,
The Buckinghams,
The Modern Lovers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Radio Birdman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mummies,
Slick Rick,
Sandy B,
The Beau Brummels,
Yellowson,
Simply Red,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultra Naté,
Barrington Levy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Public Image Ltd.,
Severed Heads,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.