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 Pakistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Chris Corsano to the rap 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
New Age Steppers,
MDC,
Malaria!,
CMW,
Tres Demented,
The Fall,
Monks,
Scratch Acid,
Quadrant,
The Golliwogs,
The Count Five,
The Associates,
The Martian,
Juan Atkins,
Massinfluence,
Pantaleimon,
Steve Hackett,
Crash Course in Science,
Reuben Wilson,
Todd Terry,
the Soft Cell,
Mad Mike,
Arab on Radar,
Goldenarms,
The Litter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Derrick May,
The Cramps,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fugs,
Yellowson,
Severed Heads,
Kayak,
Newcleus,
Eve St. Jones,
Roxy Music,
In Retrospect,
Wolf Eyes,
The Vogues,
Charles Mingus,
Panda Bear,
Flipper,
Tomorrow,
Grauzone,
R.M.O.,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minor Threat,
Chrome,
Echospace,
Alison Limerick,
Skriet,
The Slackers,
Johnny Osbourne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
David Axelrod,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Todd Rundgren,
The Standells,
John Holt,
Delta 5,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.