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 Panama and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 Marmalade to the grime 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Y Pants,
The Move,
Josef K,
The Cowsills,
Stiv Bators,
Barrington Levy,
Don Cherry,
The Dead C,
Loose Ends,
Eric Copeland,
The Modern Lovers,
Model 500,
Maurizio,
X-102,
Rod Modell,
Henry Cow,
A Certain Ratio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
K-Klass,
Ten City,
Alice Coltrane,
Neil Young,
China Crisis,
L. Decosne,
Mad Mike,
Skarface,
the Swans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric Dolphy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Avey Tare,
Lightning Bolt,
Au Pairs,
Kevin Saunderson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Al Stewart,
Todd Terry,
Interpol,
The Smiths,
Yazoo,
Arcadia,
Be Bop Deluxe,
MC5,
The Saints,
Heaven 17,
Ponytail,
Scion,
Outsiders,
Sex Pistols,
Severed Heads,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Essential Logic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
Laurel Aitken,
Mars,
Aloha Tigers,
Icehouse,
Groovy Waters,
Supertramp,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.