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 Zambia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 The Dead C to the grime 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Sixth Finger,
This Heat,
Desert Stars,
Gang Starr,
The J.B.'s,
The Standells,
Television,
Black Pus,
PIL,
The Pop Group,
Jesper Dahlback,
These Immortal Souls,
Bill Wells,
Rosa Yemen,
The Skatalites,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed,
Rod Modell,
kango's stein massive,
Chrome,
The Residents,
Barbara Tucker,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
H. Thieme,
The Gladiators,
Qualms,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Sound,
Skaos,
The Cure,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cameo,
Quantec,
Aswad,
Symarip,
Popol Vuh,
Pere Ubu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Neil Young,
Make Up,
Gong,
The Alarm Clocks,
Japan,
Tommy Roe,
Eurythmics,
Kaleidoscope,
Banda Bassotti,
OOIOO,
Joey Negro,
Crooked Eye,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fear,
Scan 7,
Au Pairs,
Ultra Naté,
Robert Wyatt,
Cymande,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cecil Taylor,
Matthew Halsall,
Morten Harket,
Dead Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.