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 Uzbekistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Tremeloes to the punk 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Deadbeat,
Dual Sessions,
Skarface,
Fear,
Alison Limerick,
Bill Wells,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Leaves,
Soulsonic Force,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Matthew Bourne,
a-ha,
MDC,
X-101,
Nils Olav,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rufus Thomas,
Lindisfarne,
Essential Logic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Doobie Brothers,
Neu!,
Soft Machine,
Graham Central Station,
U.S. Maple,
Erasure,
Lightning Bolt,
Robert Hood,
Sun City Girls,
Bluetip,
Tommy Roe,
Duran Duran,
Bauhaus,
Amon Düül,
Deepchord,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tomorrow,
Drive Like Jehu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Little Man,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alphaville,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Niagra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Blackbyrds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Offenders,
Amon Düül II,
Guru Guru,
The Standells,
Banda Bassotti,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tears for Fears,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cramps,
KRS-One,
Warsaw,
The Human League,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.