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 Laos and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Make Up to the jazz 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Country Teasers,
Desert Stars,
Mars,
Livin' Joy,
Soft Machine,
Harry Pussy,
Gang of Four,
The Pop Group,
Rufus Thomas,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Index,
Kurtis Blow,
Jeff Mills,
Curtis Mayfield,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sarah Menescal,
New Order,
Franke,
Roger Hodgson,
Inner City,
The Doors,
kango's stein massive,
Delta 5,
The Moody Blues,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
D'Angelo,
Infiniti,
The Angels of Light,
The Black Dice,
Warren Ellis,
Visage,
The Walker Brothers,
Groovy Waters,
Steve Hackett,
Eddi Front,
Saccharine Trust,
Second Layer,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nirvana,
The Smiths,
Symarip,
The Remains,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Radio Birdman,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Human League,
Sixth Finger,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Interpol,
Alton Ellis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chrome,
Intrusion,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Sherman,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.