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 Zimbabwe and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Crooked Eye,
Joe Finger,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Buckinghams,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gabor Szabo,
Marc Almond,
Funkadelic,
T.S.O.L.,
Saccharine Trust,
John Foxx,
The Cramps,
The Dirtbombs,
Blancmange,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Reagan Youth,
DJ Style,
The Misunderstood,
Lindisfarne,
Arthur Verocai,
Cheater Slicks,
Duran Duran,
Skaos,
Black Bananas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barbara Tucker,
Bill Wells,
Infiniti,
Make Up,
Patti Smith,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
kango's stein massive,
Das Ding,
Robert Görl,
Neil Young,
Nick Fraelich,
Soft Machine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ponytail,
Pussy Galore,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Kinks,
Howard Jones,
The Blackbyrds,
Hashim,
The Count Five,
Marine Girls,
E-Dancer,
Deakin,
Jeff Lynne,
Anthony Braxton,
Index,
Crime,
LL Cool J,
Maleditus Sound,
The Seeds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.