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 Jamaica and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Derrick Morgan 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Moebius,
Pere Ubu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Laurel Aitken,
New York Dolls,
Wally Richardson,
The Human League,
Radio Birdman,
Flipper,
Sun City Girls,
Public Enemy,
R.M.O.,
Kayak,
Metal Thangz,
Soul II Soul,
Altered Images,
Heaven 17,
Dorothy Ashby,
Agent Orange,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sparks,
JFA,
Crispian St. Peters,
Qualms,
Bill Wells,
In Retrospect,
Gichy Dan,
FM Einheit,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camouflage,
Curtis Mayfield,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Slick Rick,
Skaos,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Q and Not U,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camberwell Now,
Connie Case,
Inner City,
New Age Steppers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Moby Grape,
Kenny Larkin,
Ituana,
10cc,
Steve Hackett,
The Fortunes,
Pulsallama,
Drexciya,
Tim Buckley,
Minny Pops,
MDC,
Fugazi,
Sällskapet,
Anakelly,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Shadows of Knight,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.