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 Tuvalu and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ponytail to the electroclash 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Television Personalities,
The Searchers,
48th St. Collective,
Reuben Wilson,
World's Most,
Lakeside,
The Stooges,
Sun Ra,
Sun City Girls,
Chrome,
KRS-One,
These Immortal Souls,
Wings,
New York Dolls,
Agitation Free,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eli Mardock,
Suicide,
Al Stewart,
Rotary Connection,
the Fania All-Stars,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eurythmics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bronski Beat,
New Age Steppers,
Kayak,
The Moody Blues,
the Swans,
Stereo Dub,
Japan,
The Moleskins,
Trumans Water,
Swans,
Terry Callier,
Crime,
Negative Approach,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blossom Toes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Howard Jones,
The Residents,
The Grass Roots,
Kerri Chandler,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Funkadelic,
LL Cool J,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Banda Bassotti,
Byron Stingily,
Iggy Pop,
Motorama,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Human League,
The Associates,
The Monochrome Set,
The Move,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Buckinghams,
Chris & Cosey,
Bob Dylan,
The Smiths,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.