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 Niger and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Lou Reed 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 Mo-Dettes to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 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 The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Gichy Dan,
Mr. Review,
Public Enemy,
The Gun Club,
Main Source,
Stetsasonic,
Joey Negro,
Johnny Clarke,
Outsiders,
Neu!,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gap Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
June of 44,
Lalo Schifrin,
Negative Approach,
The Gories,
The Buckinghams,
The Kinks,
Mark Hollis,
LL Cool J,
Deepchord,
Chrome,
Ralphi Rosario,
Donny Hathaway,
Soul II Soul,
Harmonia,
Kayak,
Bush Tetras,
Sandy B,
Theoretical Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radiohead,
Swell Maps,
Stereo Dub,
Interpol,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Loose Ends,
Boz Scaggs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Doobie Brothers,
Adolescents,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gladiators,
Funkadelic,
Matthew Halsall,
Pierre Henry,
Ten City,
Gang Gang Dance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nas,
Judy Mowatt,
Faraquet,
Ohio Players,
Josef K,
Niagra,
A Certain Ratio,
Matthew Bourne,
The Velvet Underground,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.