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 Kuwait and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ultravox to the dance 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Outsiders,
Toni Rubio,
The Dead C,
Buzzcocks,
Deadbeat,
Audionom,
Lower 48,
Tubeway Army,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brand Nubian,
The Mojo Men,
Cameo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sonics,
48th St. Collective,
Yazoo,
Blossom Toes,
Dennis Brown,
Curtis Mayfield,
Steve Hackett,
Quadrant,
Babytalk,
The Cowsills,
ABBA,
The Tremeloes,
Reuben Wilson,
Porter Ricks,
Magazine,
The J.B.'s,
Panda Bear,
Neil Young,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Half Japanese,
Au Pairs,
The Residents,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sällskapet,
The Modern Lovers,
The Invisible,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Graham Central Station,
Isaac Hayes,
the Association,
Can,
Wally Richardson,
Mission of Burma,
Ken Boothe,
EPMD,
Bill Wells,
Scott Walker,
Aswad,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Thompson Twins,
Barry Ungar,
The Fall,
Moebius,
The New Christs,
Young Marble Giants,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.