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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Standells to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Howard Jones,
Joy Division,
Gang Starr,
Young Marble Giants,
The Raincoats,
The Vogues,
Barry Ungar,
EPMD,
Kenny Larkin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mark Hollis,
Organ,
Average White Band,
Joe Finger,
kango's stein massive,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Sheep,
Roy Ayers,
Jawbox,
Maleditus Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
The Tremeloes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Trumans Water,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bizarre Inc.,
Metal Thangz,
Soulsonic Force,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sister Nancy,
Chrome,
Bluetip,
Tomorrow,
Mad Mike,
Interpol,
the Soft Cell,
Hot Snakes,
Byron Stingily,
Skriet,
the Bar-Kays,
Lucky Dragons,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alice Coltrane,
The Litter,
Lou Christie,
The Buckinghams,
Outsiders,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rites of Spring,
Pagans,
Mantronix,
The J.B.'s,
The Detroit Cobras,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wally Richardson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quantec,
Bauhaus,
The Misunderstood,
Ken Boothe,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.