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 Russia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Nils Olav to the punk 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Con Funk Shun,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Moon,
Grauzone,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultimate Spinach,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gladiators,
the Human League,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
48th St. Collective,
Icehouse,
Blake Baxter,
Faust,
a-ha,
Essential Logic,
Model 500,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Donald Byrd,
Sixth Finger,
Bauhaus,
The Fugs,
Japan,
Erasure,
The Grass Roots,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joe Smooth,
Metal Thangz,
The Vogues,
Livin' Joy,
Cluster,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rufus Thomas,
Ice-T,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Interpol,
Youth Brigade,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Christie,
The Fortunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crispy Ambulance,
10cc,
ABBA,
Animal Collective,
The Modern Lovers,
Magazine,
June of 44,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blancmange,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Durutti Column,
Heaven 17,
Deepchord,
JFA,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eddi Front,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.