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 Senegal and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
The Birthday Party,
Ultimate Spinach,
MC5,
The Sonics,
Ice-T,
Derrick Morgan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Moebius,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
kango's stein massive,
Eurythmics,
Groovy Waters,
Fat Boys,
Robert Hood,
The Motions,
The Invisible,
Godley & Creme,
The Fugs,
Sandy B,
Gregory Isaacs,
Los Fastidios,
Isaac Hayes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Freddie Wadling,
Monolake,
Marc Almond,
New Order,
Scratch Acid,
the Bar-Kays,
A Certain Ratio,
Scott Walker,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gories,
Barbara Tucker,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gabor Szabo,
The Names,
Kurtis Blow,
Deadbeat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Delta 5,
Henry Cow,
Crime,
The Dirtbombs,
Slick Rick,
Rekid,
La Düsseldorf,
Accadde A,
Avey Tare,
The Busters,
The Index,
Fela Kuti,
Colin Newman,
Heaven 17,
Andrew Hill,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.