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 France and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Suburban Knight to the jazz 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can 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?
Erasure,
Jawbox,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Seeds,
The Velvet Underground,
Pantaleimon,
Masters at Work,
Eve St. Jones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jacob Miller,
Jeff Lynne,
Boz Scaggs,
Donald Byrd,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Electric Prunes,
Bauhaus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nas,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Kinks,
Tomorrow,
Wally Richardson,
Iggy Pop,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Durutti Column,
Ronnie Foster,
Soft Cell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radiohead,
Matthew Bourne,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang Green,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Johnny Clarke,
Aural Exciters,
The Grass Roots,
Urselle,
Soulsonic Force,
Ituana,
Slave,
The Gap Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eric Copeland,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Trojans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Todd Terry,
Gang Starr,
Dennis Brown,
Grandmaster Flash,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Doobie Brothers,
Henry Cow,
The Dirtbombs,
The Wake,
Arcadia,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.