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 Greece and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Ohio Players 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Anakelly,
Sixth Finger,
The Walker Brothers,
Funky Four + One,
Nils Olav,
Dave Gahan,
Lakeside,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kayak,
ABC,
Dennis Brown,
Shuggie Otis,
Tommy Roe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stiv Bators,
Zapp,
Aural Exciters,
Fat Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Knickerbockers,
Mantronix,
Nico,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cluster,
Malaria!,
the Human League,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fugs,
The Selecter,
The Motions,
Vladislav Delay,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cosmic Jokers,
a-ha,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Suburban Knight,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eve St. Jones,
Skriet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rakim,
Sun City Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Buzzcocks,
Theoretical Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Skatalites,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sex Pistols,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Happenings,
Eurythmics,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.