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 Nigeria and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ 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 Nation of Ulysses to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
The Modern Lovers,
Boz Scaggs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Reed,
Sugar Minott,
Lower 48,
10cc,
MDC,
Donald Byrd,
Stetsasonic,
Colin Newman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gong,
B.T. Express,
Archie Shepp,
Tubeway Army,
The Tremeloes,
Janne Schatter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mandrill,
Freddie Wadling,
AZ,
The Dead C,
The Doors,
The Fortunes,
Ultra Naté,
Saccharine Trust,
Ronnie Foster,
Lee Hazlewood,
Morten Harket,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hardrive,
Bad Manners,
Lightning Bolt,
Toni Rubio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Underground Resistance,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gories,
Leonard Cohen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
EPMD,
Marcia Griffiths,
Delta 5,
R.M.O.,
David McCallum,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Todd Rundgren,
Babytalk,
Tears for Fears,
Dawn Penn,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Swans,
Jeff Lynne,
The Slackers,
Clear Light,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.