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 United Kingdom and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 The Searchers to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Leonard Cohen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hashim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Byron Stingily,
Monolake,
Thompson Twins,
Adolescents,
Funky Four + One,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Spandau Ballet,
The Red Krayola,
Can,
The Index,
Avey Tare,
Vladislav Delay,
Qualms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terry Callier,
10cc,
Arthur Verocai,
Barbara Tucker,
The United States of America,
The American Breed,
The Grass Roots,
Procol Harum,
The Fall,
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quantec,
Reagan Youth,
Ituana,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roxette,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dennis Brown,
The Angels of Light,
The Modern Lovers,
Sandy B,
Black Pus,
This Heat,
Scratch Acid,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Leaves,
Goldenarms,
Cal Tjader,
Rosa Yemen,
Eddi Front,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Half Japanese,
The Tremeloes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gong,
Radiopuhelimet,
Darondo,
Blancmange,
Angry Samoans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Subhumans,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.