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 Seychelles and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin 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 Joyce Sims to the dance 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Deepchord,
Vladislav Delay,
Yellowson,
Au Pairs,
Crime,
Mandrill,
DJ Style,
Bootsy Collins,
E-Dancer,
Oblivians,
Mission of Burma,
Drive Like Jehu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lakeside,
Hot Snakes,
Blancmange,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Monks,
Andrew Hill,
Cybotron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brass Construction,
Clear Light,
Judy Mowatt,
Smog,
Peter and Kerry,
Dark Day,
Accadde A,
Magazine,
Pulsallama,
the Human League,
Livin' Joy,
Maleditus Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
cv313,
The Vogues,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Names,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Buckinghams,
Barbara Tucker,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Q and Not U,
X-102,
The Young Rascals,
Eli Mardock,
Anakelly,
Moss Icon,
Jeff Lynne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Flag,
Ohio Players,
Altered Images,
The J.B.'s,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.