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 Mauritius and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Surgeon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Anakelly,
Matthew Bourne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Unrelated Segments,
Girls At Our Best!,
Quando Quango,
John Holt,
Ohio Players,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Wyatt,
kango's stein massive,
Alphaville,
Lindisfarne,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sound,
Ludus,
Kaleidoscope,
David Bowie,
Kenny Larkin,
Desert Stars,
DJ Sneak,
Mantronix,
Steve Hackett,
Television Personalities,
Arcadia,
The Monochrome Set,
David McCallum,
Henry Cow,
John Lydon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joey Negro,
Faraquet,
Fela Kuti,
Gabor Szabo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Todd Terry,
Brick,
John Foxx,
Spandau Ballet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Names,
Electric Prunes,
FM Einheit,
Gang Gang Dance,
KRS-One,
The Fire Engines,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Essential Logic,
Monolake,
Masters at Work,
Pole,
Section 25,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Visage,
Smog,
The Gap Band,
Suburban Knight,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.