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 Barbados and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Section 25 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Audionom,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Victims,
Dawn Penn,
Accadde A,
Harmonia,
Girls At Our Best!,
Public Image Ltd.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kenny Larkin,
The Mojo Men,
Chris Corsano,
Camberwell Now,
The Gap Band,
Quantec,
Nick Fraelich,
MC5,
Procol Harum,
Motorama,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Harry Pussy,
David McCallum,
Can,
Supertramp,
One Last Wish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Oneida,
The Dead C,
Trumans Water,
Darondo,
Cameo,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cowsills,
Eve St. Jones,
Rosa Yemen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sandy B,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Man Parrish,
Shuggie Otis,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Moleskins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Reagan Youth,
The Sonics,
Grey Daturas,
The Residents,
Joey Negro,
JFA,
The Vogues,
The Detroit Cobras,
Heaven 17,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rakim,
Neu!,
Lou Christie,
Gichy Dan,
H. Thieme,
Y Pants,
Soft Cell,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.