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 Suriname and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra 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 theremin 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 R.M.O. to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Oneida,
June Days,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Blackbyrds,
Archie Shepp,
Hot Snakes,
Pylon,
Zapp,
Magazine,
8 Eyed Spy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grey Daturas,
Easy Going,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kaleidoscope,
Brick,
Harmonia,
Simply Red,
Von Mondo,
Howard Jones,
Arcadia,
Buzzcocks,
Soul II Soul,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gun Club,
the Soft Cell,
Crime,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cowsills,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Liliput,
R.M.O.,
Metal Thangz,
The Smoke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Japan,
Aaron Thompson,
Barbara Tucker,
Lucky Dragons,
Wings,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Knickerbockers,
The Red Krayola,
Malaria!,
Procol Harum,
Intrusion,
Vladislav Delay,
Connie Case,
Theoretical Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marc Almond,
Rufus Thomas,
The Birthday Party,
Q and Not U,
Bang On A Can,
Skriet,
Stereo Dub,
The Trojans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.