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 Mozambique and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Iggy Pop,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scientists,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Lydon,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Half Japanese,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter and Kerry,
Crash Course in Science,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bronski Beat,
Pole,
Jeff Lynne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Girls At Our Best!,
Magazine,
Camberwell Now,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kenny Larkin,
The Slits,
Lightning Bolt,
Angry Samoans,
Ornette Coleman,
The Blues Magoos,
Groovy Waters,
Scan 7,
The Divine Comedy,
X-102,
Connie Case,
Scion,
Ituana,
E-Dancer,
Liliput,
Mars,
Wire,
Arthur Verocai,
The Red Krayola,
Dead Boys,
Erasure,
Sonny Sharrock,
David McCallum,
Monolake,
Fela Kuti,
Supertramp,
New Age Steppers,
The Cramps,
Nik Kershaw,
Guru Guru,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bluetip,
Sam Rivers,
the Bar-Kays,
Jeff Mills,
T.S.O.L.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
China Crisis,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.