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 Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 Tres Demented to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
The Tremeloes,
Laurel Aitken,
Kayak,
Pere Ubu,
a-ha,
cv313,
The Mojo Men,
Soulsonic Force,
Tres Demented,
Kaleidoscope,
Hot Snakes,
Saccharine Trust,
Ronnie Foster,
KRS-One,
One Last Wish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Television,
Minny Pops,
Neu!,
Bluetip,
Freddie Wadling,
AZ,
Heaven 17,
Eddi Front,
The Modern Lovers,
Fugazi,
Godley & Creme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
CMW,
Crash Course in Science,
Oblivians,
Arthur Verocai,
Cluster,
Popol Vuh,
Livin' Joy,
Ten City,
Eric Copeland,
Soft Machine,
Surgeon,
Cheater Slicks,
Icehouse,
Crispian St. Peters,
In Retrospect,
Archie Shepp,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vainqueur,
Dark Day,
Joensuu 1685,
Johnny Osbourne,
Suburban Knight,
Roxette,
The Wake,
Aswad,
FM Einheit,
Schoolly D,
Scott Walker,
Skaos,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.