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 Sri Lanka and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Porter Ricks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Nils Olav,
Yaz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joy Division,
the Bar-Kays,
Morten Harket,
8 Eyed Spy,
Essential Logic,
The Kinks,
Prince Buster,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jacques Brel,
Oblivians,
the Soft Cell,
T.S.O.L.,
the Association,
Urselle,
Pantytec,
Youth Brigade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eric Copeland,
Au Pairs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Names,
Qualms,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Magma,
Nick Fraelich,
Jerry's Kids,
Young Marble Giants,
Agitation Free,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grey Daturas,
The Beau Brummels,
Cybotron,
Soulsonic Force,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Litter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flash Fearless,
Bluetip,
Jeru the Damaja,
David Bowie,
MC5,
Faraquet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pole,
Alphaville,
Masters at Work,
Pylon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wolf Eyes,
The Zeros,
Drive Like Jehu,
Absolute Body Control,
the Slits,
Blake Baxter,
Dawn Penn,
Sparks,
Anakelly,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.