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 Nigeria 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 Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Surgeon to the grunge 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
John Foxx,
Average White Band,
June of 44,
Harry Pussy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Quantec,
Connie Case,
Pere Ubu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Monochrome Set,
The Stooges,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Intrusion,
Juan Atkins,
Ronnie Foster,
The Human League,
Anthony Braxton,
Infiniti,
UT,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Man Parrish,
Henry Cow,
Tim Buckley,
The Knickerbockers,
Bronski Beat,
China Crisis,
New York Dolls,
The Techniques,
Malaria!,
The Fall,
Echospace,
Nils Olav,
CMW,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fluxion,
Joy Division,
Bob Dylan,
Royal Trux,
Drexciya,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
June Days,
AZ,
Fad Gadget,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Tremeloes,
A Certain Ratio,
K-Klass,
The Fugs,
The Seeds,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cure,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.