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 Bhutan and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Thompson Twins to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
The Misunderstood,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amon Düül,
The Cowsills,
June Days,
Bobby Womack,
the Swans,
Tommy Roe,
Con Funk Shun,
Sonic Youth,
Shoche,
The J.B.'s,
The Searchers,
Panda Bear,
Magma,
Qualms,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Swell Maps,
Cameo,
KRS-One,
The Music Machine,
Severed Heads,
the Human League,
The Invisible,
Davy DMX,
Reagan Youth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Josef K,
Dual Sessions,
Funky Four + One,
Warsaw,
Jeff Lynne,
John Holt,
Joe Finger,
Crooked Eye,
Saccharine Trust,
Byron Stingily,
The Birthday Party,
Moebius,
Kas Product,
Fad Gadget,
The Alarm Clocks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brothers Johnson,
Arthur Verocai,
Newcleus,
The Monochrome Set,
FM Einheit,
Leonard Cohen,
Eve St. Jones,
One Last Wish,
Radiopuhelimet,
New York Dolls,
The Toasters,
Sugar Minott,
Anthony Braxton,
Malaria!,
Black Sheep,
Supertramp,
Altered Images,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.