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 Barbados and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 The Cramps to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Motorama,
Steve Hackett,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Reed,
World's Most,
China Crisis,
the Sonics,
Hot Snakes,
Donald Byrd,
Cameo,
Skarface,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cowsills,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Con Funk Shun,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minor Threat,
Technova,
Soft Cell,
The Fire Engines,
Howard Jones,
Essential Logic,
Quantec,
Mantronix,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pole,
The Doors,
Soulsonic Force,
Electric Prunes,
Spoonie Gee,
Blake Baxter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cybotron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Supertramp,
Al Stewart,
Gong,
La Düsseldorf,
Fluxion,
ABBA,
KRS-One,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marine Girls,
The Vogues,
Black Sheep,
Pantytec,
Nico,
Kurtis Blow,
Surgeon,
Roxy Music,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Max Romeo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Pretty Things,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Piero Umiliani,
The Golliwogs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Janne Schatter,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.