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 Senegal and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Monks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
The Knickerbockers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Archie Shepp,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minutemen,
the Sonics,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Adolescents,
The Standells,
John Coltrane,
Chris & Cosey,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Move,
The Fuzztones,
Nik Kershaw,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Japan,
Popol Vuh,
B.T. Express,
Swans,
The Neon Judgement,
The Blues Magoos,
Chris Corsano,
Ornette Coleman,
CMW,
Suicide,
Arcadia,
Byron Stingily,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pantaleimon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cure,
10cc,
Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash,
Robert Hood,
Underground Resistance,
Mandrill,
Fear,
Funkadelic,
The Five Americans,
David Bowie,
Blossom Toes,
Zero Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Swell Maps,
Spandau Ballet,
China Crisis,
Lucky Dragons,
The J.B.'s,
Symarip,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Guru Guru,
James White and The Blacks,
Dave Gahan,
Deadbeat,
Newcleus,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.