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 Argentina and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bad Manners to the punk 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rites of Spring,
Zapp,
The Names,
The Fugs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Au Pairs,
the Human League,
Mad Mike,
Lou Reed,
The Slackers,
Intrusion,
The Five Americans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Surgeon,
Jandek,
Soul Sonic Force,
Graham Central Station,
Minutemen,
The Fortunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tres Demented,
Basic Channel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mary Jane Girls,
Television,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Juan Atkins,
The Gun Club,
Sight & Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Birthday Party,
Ken Boothe,
Fad Gadget,
Circle Jerks,
The Real Kids,
Bizarre Inc.,
This Heat,
Groovy Waters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
June of 44,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mr. Review,
Piero Umiliani,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thompson Twins,
Depeche Mode,
Roger Hodgson,
Bauhaus,
Ronan,
MDC,
Barbara Tucker,
The Star Department,
ABBA,
Bobby Byrd,
cv313,
Yusef Lateef,
Monolake,
Schoolly D,
Gichy Dan,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.