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 Palau and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
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 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 Faraquet to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Wings,
Lalann,
Ice-T,
Dave Gahan,
Kenny Larkin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Visage,
Au Pairs,
Robert Görl,
Marc Almond,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mars,
Slick Rick,
The Divine Comedy,
Vladislav Delay,
the Bar-Kays,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Trumans Water,
Spoonie Gee,
The Grass Roots,
Unwound,
Dark Day,
Simply Red,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
Ossler,
Tomorrow,
L. Decosne,
Desert Stars,
Scion,
Gang Starr,
Gastr Del Sol,
U.S. Maple,
a-ha,
Gabor Szabo,
The Remains,
Monks,
Darondo,
Fear,
The Standells,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gregory Isaacs,
Can,
Lindisfarne,
Cameo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crash Course in Science,
Excepter,
The Names,
Soulsonic Force,
These Immortal Souls,
New York Dolls,
Tom Boy,
T. Rex,
The Dirtbombs,
Subhumans,
Whodini,
The Pop Group,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.