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 Guinea-Bissau and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the electroclash 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
The Trojans,
Lungfish,
Glenn Branca,
Procol Harum,
The Young Rascals,
Aloha Tigers,
Todd Terry,
Shuggie Otis,
Intrusion,
Lucky Dragons,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Franke,
Nik Kershaw,
Sister Nancy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mr. Review,
Danielle Patucci,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
LL Cool J,
Dave Gahan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
This Heat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crime,
The Tremeloes,
Pierre Henry,
Cymande,
Sound Behaviour,
10cc,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Buckinghams,
Hardrive,
Juan Atkins,
Josef K,
Eric Dolphy,
Audionom,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Erasure,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Smiths,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gun Club,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Pus,
Scan 7,
Camouflage,
Dual Sessions,
K-Klass,
Traffic Nightmare,
Graham Central Station,
MDC,
Fear,
The Electric Prunes,
Pere Ubu,
Henry Cow,
The Cramps,
Newcleus,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.