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 Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet 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 Crispy Ambulance to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
cv313,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sister Nancy,
Nick Fraelich,
Banda Bassotti,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Bananas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lakeside,
The Star Department,
Scientists,
Little Man,
The Smiths,
Bang On A Can,
The Gap Band,
Qualms,
Section 25,
The Golliwogs,
Donald Byrd,
Porter Ricks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Birthday Party,
Das Ding,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kurtis Blow,
Metal Thangz,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Womack,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cymande,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Sherman,
Dennis Brown,
David McCallum,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arthur Verocai,
Hot Snakes,
The Move,
Soulsonic Force,
Connie Case,
Zero Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
T.S.O.L.,
Lyres,
Cluster,
the Swans,
Livin' Joy,
Erykah Badu,
David Axelrod,
Clear Light,
Heaven 17,
John Foxx,
Stetsasonic,
Crash Course in Science,
Quadrant,
The Selecter,
Country Teasers,
Isaac Hayes,
Mr. Review,
The Fire Engines,
Derrick May,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.