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 Finland and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 E-Dancer to the jazz 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Sonics,
Duran Duran,
Freddie Wadling,
Intrusion,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pierre Henry,
Skriet,
The Martian,
John Lydon,
Zapp,
Lightning Bolt,
Dead Boys,
The Index,
Minor Threat,
Radiohead,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blossom Toes,
Audionom,
Babytalk,
The Fortunes,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Human League,
Unrelated Segments,
Maleditus Sound,
The Sonics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ice-T,
New Order,
Eli Mardock,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sparks,
cv313,
F. McDonald,
Reagan Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Half Japanese,
Nils Olav,
June Days,
Bobby Byrd,
Funkadelic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neu!,
The Seeds,
New Age Steppers,
Index,
Average White Band,
Stiv Bators,
Erasure,
Darondo,
10cc,
Absolute Body Control,
Dawn Penn,
Underground Resistance,
Joe Finger,
Yazoo,
Mr. Review,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.