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 Brunei and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 PIL to the rock 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Porter Ricks,
The Moody Blues,
Amon Düül,
Minor Threat,
Swell Maps,
The Mummies,
Gang Green,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Buckinghams,
Girls At Our Best!,
T. Rex,
R.M.O.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Von Mondo,
Spandau Ballet,
Brass Construction,
The Gap Band,
Ten City,
John Foxx,
Procol Harum,
Rotary Connection,
Talk Talk,
Roxy Music,
Warsaw,
DNA,
Hardrive,
Kayak,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sixth Finger,
The Toasters,
Inner City,
Mad Mike,
The Tremeloes,
JFA,
John Holt,
The Vogues,
Funky Four + One,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stiv Bators,
Mantronix,
Fugazi,
David McCallum,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Robert Görl,
The Electric Prunes,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cameo,
Hasil Adkins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blancmange,
Lightning Bolt,
DJ Style,
Gang of Four,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.