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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Eyeless In Gaza to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Silicon Teens,
Kayak,
Easy Going,
Make Up,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rhythm & Sound,
Los Fastidios,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deakin,
PIL,
Sun City Girls,
Lindisfarne,
The Neon Judgement,
The Moleskins,
Gang Green,
T.S.O.L.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scion,
The Shadows of Knight,
Surgeon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Icehouse,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Second Layer,
Toni Rubio,
John Cale,
The Doors,
Nick Fraelich,
Tears for Fears,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yellowson,
Sarah Menescal,
Mars,
Max Romeo,
Erykah Badu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Busters,
The Fugs,
Tim Buckley,
Subhumans,
The Invisible,
The Saints,
Alphaville,
Minor Threat,
Zero Boys,
Jacques Brel,
Trumans Water,
The Walker Brothers,
John Foxx,
F. McDonald,
Roxy Music,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wolf Eyes,
Soft Cell,
Jeff Mills,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ronnie Foster,
Con Funk Shun,
Loose Ends,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.