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 Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 John Cale to the disco 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Half Japanese,
CMW,
Howard Jones,
Essential Logic,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Christie,
Prince Buster,
The Alarm Clocks,
Das Ding,
Dorothy Ashby,
Amazonics,
Q and Not U,
Glenn Branca,
Maleditus Sound,
The Wake,
Ultravox,
The Gap Band,
Public Enemy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Shoche,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Faraquet,
Ultra Naté,
The Happenings,
DJ Sneak,
The Smiths,
Sound Behaviour,
The United States of America,
Aural Exciters,
Parry Music,
Sight & Sound,
Roxy Music,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bluetip,
Pylon,
The Mummies,
The Pop Group,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Godley & Creme,
D'Angelo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alison Limerick,
Eve St. Jones,
The Invisible,
Rufus Thomas,
Matthew Halsall,
Grauzone,
The Sound,
Brand Nubian,
The Five Americans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lindisfarne,
The Angels of Light,
Yaz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.