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 Bhutan and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Leonard Cohen to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Connie Case,
Ten City,
Soft Cell,
Alice Coltrane,
Ornette Coleman,
The Buckinghams,
Scratch Acid,
The Monks,
The Vogues,
Yellowson,
Amon Düül II,
Minny Pops,
Barclay James Harvest,
T.S.O.L.,
The Sound,
One Last Wish,
The Human League,
Charles Mingus,
X-Ray Spex,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lyres,
Robert Hood,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jawbox,
Surgeon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Howard Jones,
Gong,
Ponytail,
The Blackbyrds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tres Demented,
Lalann,
Brothers Johnson,
The Moody Blues,
Pantytec,
EPMD,
Soulsonic Force,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Junior Murvin,
The Young Rascals,
Clear Light,
David Axelrod,
New Age Steppers,
Nirvana,
Magazine,
B.T. Express,
X-101,
Jimmy McGriff,
Q and Not U,
MDC,
Cal Tjader,
Audionom,
the Sonics,
Boredoms,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Supertramp,
Reagan Youth,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.