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 Armenia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Gang of Four to the grunge 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Vladislav Delay,
Sister Nancy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Swell Maps,
The Vogues,
Byron Stingily,
Bush Tetras,
Pulsallama,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blossom Toes,
Oneida,
Dark Day,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moss Icon,
Unrelated Segments,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bauhaus,
Theoretical Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Wyatt,
Faust,
Magma,
JFA,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Smoke,
Hasil Adkins,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ken Boothe,
Joyce Sims,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Public Enemy,
Technova,
Max Romeo,
The Velvet Underground,
Panda Bear,
Iggy Pop,
Shuggie Otis,
Godley & Creme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Kinks,
Q65,
Charles Mingus,
Sam Rivers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kayak,
Pere Ubu,
Visage,
Bill Near,
Tom Boy,
Saccharine Trust,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fear,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.