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 New Zealand and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Schoolly D to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
The Fugs,
Sonny Sharrock,
La Düsseldorf,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Guru Guru,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roxy Music,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Durutti Column,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cameo,
Fat Boys,
Davy DMX,
Black Pus,
Alice Coltrane,
The Searchers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Zeros,
Amazonics,
Scott Walker,
Rod Modell,
JFA,
The Five Americans,
Eddi Front,
8 Eyed Spy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Tremeloes,
The Angels of Light,
the Association,
Talk Talk,
Stetsasonic,
The Associates,
Jeff Lynne,
Sandy B,
Roger Hodgson,
The Knickerbockers,
The J.B.'s,
Joyce Sims,
Minnie Riperton,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pierre Henry,
Bill Near,
B.T. Express,
Peter and Kerry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Grass Roots,
Basic Channel,
New York Dolls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Buzzcocks,
Deakin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soft Machine,
Dead Boys,
the Human League,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Birthday Party,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.