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 Romania and from New York.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Maleditus Sound to the rock 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Youth Brigade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
LL Cool J,
Scott Walker,
Public Enemy,
Flipper,
Intrusion,
Slick Rick,
The Happenings,
Morten Harket,
The Fortunes,
Trumans Water,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Essential Logic,
X-Ray Spex,
Eurythmics,
Negative Approach,
Erasure,
The Cowsills,
The Smiths,
T. Rex,
the Soft Cell,
Agitation Free,
Alphaville,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barbara Tucker,
Dead Boys,
The Techniques,
Warsaw,
Clear Light,
Chris Corsano,
New Age Steppers,
Joe Finger,
Rakim,
Minutemen,
the Fania All-Stars,
Derrick May,
Nico,
These Immortal Souls,
Bush Tetras,
The Tremeloes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minnie Riperton,
Maleditus Sound,
Delta 5,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sight & Sound,
Sonic Youth,
Young Marble Giants,
Sugar Minott,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Glambeats Corp.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Archie Shepp,
Tomorrow,
The Angels of Light,
Adolescents,
B.T. Express,
CMW,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.