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 Syria 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Motorama to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Moby Grape,
Guru Guru,
Mars,
Wally Richardson,
Motorama,
Girls At Our Best!,
Das Ding,
The Knickerbockers,
Scientists,
FM Einheit,
Monks,
Derrick May,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fall,
Bang On A Can,
Barrington Levy,
Bill Wells,
The Evens,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Litter,
Ice-T,
Anakelly,
KRS-One,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
This Heat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
One Last Wish,
Average White Band,
The American Breed,
Kayak,
The Sonics,
Malaria!,
Infiniti,
The Flesh Eaters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kerri Chandler,
the Bar-Kays,
Theoretical Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rapeman,
Kaleidoscope,
Q and Not U,
X-102,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Matthew Halsall,
Grey Daturas,
Brand Nubian,
Susan Cadogan,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultravox,
Schoolly D,
Black Bananas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Laurel Aitken,
Siglo XX,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Terrestrial Tones,
8 Eyed Spy,
Zero Boys,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.