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 Bulgaria and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar 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 Television to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
The Monks,
New Order,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mighty Diamonds,
New Age Steppers,
Nick Fraelich,
Niagra,
Agitation Free,
Arab on Radar,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Metal Thangz,
Grey Daturas,
Avey Tare,
Chris Corsano,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marc Almond,
Skarface,
Quantec,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Electric Prunes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cluster,
Ohio Players,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
David Axelrod,
The Martian,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sixth Finger,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Green,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Spoonie Gee,
Glenn Branca,
Surgeon,
Wolf Eyes,
the Fania All-Stars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
This Heat,
The Human League,
Drexciya,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Byrd,
Cheater Slicks,
Unrelated Segments,
Camberwell Now,
X-Ray Spex,
Suicide,
The Fuzztones,
Visage,
The Move,
Theoretical Girls,
The Zeros,
The Cure,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Wyatt,
Minutemen,
the Association,
Mad Mike,
Quadrant,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.