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 Malta and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb 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 Das Ding to the disco 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Monolake,
Bobby Byrd,
Kool Moe Dee,
Average White Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Severed Heads,
Rakim,
Aloha Tigers,
B.T. Express,
Harry Pussy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
Peter and Kerry,
Howard Jones,
ABC,
Sight & Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
Rekid,
Thee Headcoats,
World's Most,
Urselle,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Swans,
Bobby Womack,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott Heron,
Whodini,
Cluster,
Eric Copeland,
Tubeway Army,
The Electric Prunes,
The Moody Blues,
Ultravox,
DNA,
Black Sheep,
Colin Newman,
Hot Snakes,
The Tremeloes,
Television,
Clear Light,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eric B and Rakim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nation of Ulysses,
New Age Steppers,
the Normal,
Wings,
Bill Wells,
Delta 5,
X-102,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Misunderstood,
Y Pants,
Funky Four + One,
Adolescents,
Tres Demented,
Brass Construction,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.