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 Croatia and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 the Sonics to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
The Last Poets,
John Cale,
Michelle Simonal,
The J.B.'s,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kayak,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jacques Brel,
Eddi Front,
Sister Nancy,
Darondo,
Yusef Lateef,
Wings,
Josef K,
Hardrive,
The Real Kids,
DJ Sneak,
Suburban Knight,
Rotary Connection,
Spandau Ballet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Au Pairs,
Dave Gahan,
Bluetip,
The Smoke,
Eden Ahbez,
Derrick May,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lakeside,
Ash Ra Tempel,
LL Cool J,
Roxy Music,
The Red Krayola,
Marine Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
UT,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tommy Roe,
Rod Modell,
Mission of Burma,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Young Rascals,
Andrew Hill,
Minnie Riperton,
Matthew Halsall,
Cymande,
Skriet,
Kas Product,
Lou Christie,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Anakelly,
Supertramp,
Stetsasonic,
Siglo XX,
Average White Band,
Wire,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Prince Buster,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cowsills,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.