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 Chile and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Black Dice,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Supertramp,
Chrome,
CMW,
Tres Demented,
The Happenings,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Visage,
Negative Approach,
Henry Cow,
The Invisible,
Tom Boy,
Ultravox,
Von Mondo,
Jacob Miller,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pierre Henry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pantytec,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Womack,
Neu!,
The Searchers,
Deadbeat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Colin Newman,
Suicide,
David Bowie,
Bush Tetras,
Clear Light,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Donald Byrd,
Freddie Wadling,
Godley & Creme,
Radio Birdman,
Aswad,
A Certain Ratio,
Yaz,
Massinfluence,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yazoo,
Gang Green,
Public Enemy,
R.M.O.,
Danielle Patucci,
Minutemen,
Lalann,
Bob Dylan,
Anakelly,
Delta 5,
Susan Cadogan,
Silicon Teens,
The J.B.'s,
Dual Sessions,
Robert Hood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Au Pairs,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Associates,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.