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 Georgia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Barbara Tucker to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
The United States of America,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jandek,
Idris Muhammad,
Fela Kuti,
Quantec,
Easy Going,
The Fuzztones,
Hot Snakes,
Clear Light,
Supertramp,
Gichy Dan,
The Mummies,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Normal,
a-ha,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Grass Roots,
Absolute Body Control,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pere Ubu,
Icehouse,
Barrington Levy,
Rakim,
Freddie Wadling,
Mr. Review,
Audionom,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aural Exciters,
The Red Krayola,
Intrusion,
Procol Harum,
Ituana,
Cameo,
Gang Green,
Henry Cow,
Morten Harket,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Doors,
KRS-One,
Tres Demented,
Reagan Youth,
Scan 7,
Andrew Hill,
Massinfluence,
Q and Not U,
The Toasters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Human League,
Angry Samoans,
Minnie Riperton,
Depeche Mode,
X-102,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cowsills,
The Motions,
Terry Callier,
Neil Young,
Newcleus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.