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 Austria and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lebanon Hanover to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Marvin Gaye,
Janne Schatter,
Country Teasers,
Soulsonic Force,
Sight & Sound,
Blossom Toes,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Motorama,
The Zeros,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fugs,
kango's stein massive,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Half Japanese,
F. McDonald,
Minny Pops,
Bob Dylan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fire Engines,
Dave Gahan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tim Buckley,
L. Decosne,
Archie Shepp,
Arthur Verocai,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jandek,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Das Ding,
Kerri Chandler,
Unrelated Segments,
Fear,
Pere Ubu,
Surgeon,
Warren Ellis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Happenings,
New Order,
The Golliwogs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cymande,
Brick,
The Velvet Underground,
Kurtis Blow,
Stiv Bators,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lakeside,
Echospace,
Groovy Waters,
The Move,
Roger Hodgson,
Rosa Yemen,
Johnny Clarke,
Camberwell Now,
John Cale,
The Skatalites,
Michelle Simonal,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.