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 Egypt and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
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 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 Alison Limerick to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Second Layer,
The Move,
Liliput,
Pantytec,
Masters at Work,
Erasure,
Rufus Thomas,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Happenings,
The Gun Club,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Funkadelic,
Cybotron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eve St. Jones,
Dave Gahan,
The Smiths,
The Angels of Light,
Bronski Beat,
Suicide,
Kerrie Biddell,
Flipper,
Rhythm & Sound,
DNA,
Brick,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cluster,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
A Certain Ratio,
Soft Machine,
Fat Boys,
Moss Icon,
The Offenders,
Henry Cow,
Young Marble Giants,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Al Stewart,
Suburban Knight,
Trumans Water,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter & Gordon,
Youth Brigade,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeff Mills,
Index,
Albert Ayler,
Soulsonic Force,
The Victims,
Kaleidoscope,
Bad Manners,
Subhumans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Music Machine,
World's Most,
The Associates,
Robert Wyatt,
Aswad,
Thompson Twins,
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.