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 Sweden and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Alarm Clocks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Theoretical Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Graham Central Station,
The Red Krayola,
Amon Düül II,
Altered Images,
Ohio Players,
Robert Wyatt,
Easy Going,
The Music Machine,
Von Mondo,
Supertramp,
Joyce Sims,
Ludus,
The Wake,
Stereo Dub,
June Days,
Anthony Braxton,
Judy Mowatt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dawn Penn,
Porter Ricks,
The Fugs,
The Associates,
Eric Copeland,
Hashim,
Alice Coltrane,
Accadde A,
Fatback Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Morten Harket,
Sex Pistols,
Procol Harum,
The Doobie Brothers,
UT,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Circle Jerks,
Q65,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Iggy Pop,
PIL,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marc Almond,
The Knickerbockers,
Warren Ellis,
Letta Mbulu,
The Monks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amazonics,
Kaleidoscope,
Scientists,
Reuben Wilson,
Zapp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Danielle Patucci,
Vladislav Delay,
F. McDonald,
Donny Hathaway,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.