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 Haiti and from Seoul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 X-101 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Yellowson,
Tres Demented,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Talk Talk,
Pantaleimon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Byrd,
Lakeside,
Mo-Dettes,
The Neon Judgement,
Sun Ra,
Ice-T,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
China Crisis,
Visage,
Ludus,
Byron Stingily,
Ornette Coleman,
Rites of Spring,
Fluxion,
Albert Ayler,
Chris & Cosey,
Cal Tjader,
B.T. Express,
Donny Hathaway,
Urselle,
Mad Mike,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Sherman,
The Wake,
Scratch Acid,
Circle Jerks,
Rekid,
The Velvet Underground,
Massinfluence,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Von Mondo,
Michelle Simonal,
Neil Young,
La Düsseldorf,
Smog,
Sällskapet,
Quadrant,
Das Ding,
Marmalade,
The Searchers,
The Trojans,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
Eddi Front,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roxette,
June Days,
Yazoo,
The Kinks,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.