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 Morocco and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
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 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 Boredoms to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
PIL,
B.T. Express,
Ituana,
Pussy Galore,
Roxy Music,
Fear,
Joe Finger,
Symarip,
Steve Hackett,
Davy DMX,
Oblivians,
The Saints,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lower 48,
D'Angelo,
Parry Music,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lightning Bolt,
Barbara Tucker,
Cymande,
Ossler,
Soft Machine,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pantaleimon,
The Count Five,
Neu!,
Hoover,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultravox,
The Selecter,
Television Personalities,
Eric Dolphy,
The Velvet Underground,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare,
Dual Sessions,
Suburban Knight,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lalann,
Thompson Twins,
Public Enemy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Schoolly D,
Dave Gahan,
MDC,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gichy Dan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rotary Connection,
Colin Newman,
David Bowie,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Livin' Joy,
DNA,
The Grass Roots,
Make Up,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.