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 Iraq and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the rock 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
The Buckinghams,
The Moody Blues,
Visage,
The Divine Comedy,
Rod Modell,
The Cramps,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mandrill,
Japan,
Maurizio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Swans,
Supertramp,
Lyres,
The Leaves,
Con Funk Shun,
Bad Manners,
Gabor Szabo,
Cal Tjader,
Skarface,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barry Ungar,
ABC,
The Fortunes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Young Marble Giants,
Joe Finger,
The Zeros,
Guru Guru,
Pantytec,
Fat Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Royal Trux,
In Retrospect,
Boz Scaggs,
The Monochrome Set,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alice Coltrane,
Little Man,
Sarah Menescal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neil Young,
Panda Bear,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stereo Dub,
MDC,
Echospace,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Suburban Knight,
Kayak,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sandy B,
Juan Atkins,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.