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 Cuba and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 June Days to the rock 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Sparks,
X-101,
Warren Ellis,
The Modern Lovers,
David Axelrod,
Subhumans,
Rites of Spring,
Tomorrow,
Cybotron,
Nick Fraelich,
Heaven 17,
Bill Wells,
Agent Orange,
Can,
DJ Sneak,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Slick Rick,
Shoche,
The Last Poets,
Scott Walker,
Reagan Youth,
Monolake,
Fad Gadget,
Arcadia,
Faraquet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Graham Central Station,
Glenn Branca,
Pantytec,
Visage,
Little Man,
Inner City,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Letta Mbulu,
Dawn Penn,
Gichy Dan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Todd Rundgren,
David Bowie,
Amazonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barbara Tucker,
The Doors,
Moby Grape,
Dark Day,
Nico,
KRS-One,
X-Ray Spex,
Alton Ellis,
Section 25,
The Young Rascals,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Christie,
EPMD,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gap Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Alison Limerick,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.