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 Sweden and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Thee Headcoats to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Fela Kuti,
Joy Division,
ABBA,
Matthew Bourne,
the Human League,
One Last Wish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Quadrant,
Dorothy Ashby,
Arab on Radar,
Leonard Cohen,
The Young Rascals,
Girls At Our Best!,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Bananas,
Darondo,
Ice-T,
Ultravox,
Cybotron,
Dark Day,
Pantytec,
Mars,
Ken Boothe,
The Tremeloes,
Yusef Lateef,
The Monochrome Set,
Franke,
The Beau Brummels,
John Cale,
Tubeway Army,
Index,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
F. McDonald,
The Human League,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The United States of America,
The Searchers,
The Knickerbockers,
Shoche,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sarah Menescal,
David McCallum,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scott Walker,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Magazine,
Severed Heads,
Flipper,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minor Threat,
Monolake,
Wings,
The Gap Band,
Youth Brigade,
Nik Kershaw,
the Bar-Kays,
The Doors,
Eddi Front,
These Immortal Souls,
Eden Ahbez,
Gong,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Smiths,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.