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 Belgium and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe 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 Intrusion to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Gang of Four,
Liliput,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
T. Rex,
Ultravox,
10cc,
Steve Hackett,
The Vogues,
These Immortal Souls,
Marc Almond,
Angry Samoans,
Todd Rundgren,
Anthony Braxton,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Mummies,
The Gap Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
Harmonia,
The Monks,
Mission of Burma,
Siglo XX,
Judy Mowatt,
Hashim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Monks,
The Invisible,
Carl Craig,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Slits,
The Victims,
Trumans Water,
Robert Görl,
Minnie Riperton,
Lindisfarne,
Brass Construction,
the Sonics,
The Real Kids,
Toni Rubio,
The Names,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-101,
Simply Red,
Bauhaus,
Lou Reed,
Spoonie Gee,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eurythmics,
Television,
Heaven 17,
T.S.O.L.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Byrd,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Von Mondo,
Lungfish,
Easy Going,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.