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 Seychelles and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Human League to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
MC5,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun City Girls,
Oneida,
the Bar-Kays,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crispy Ambulance,
The American Breed,
Soulsonic Force,
Gerry Rafferty,
Index,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skaos,
Quadrant,
Davy DMX,
Camberwell Now,
Second Layer,
Pere Ubu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fall,
Peter and Kerry,
Tommy Roe,
Delta 5,
Black Moon,
Barrington Levy,
Rosa Yemen,
Arcadia,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Moody Blues,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Maleditus Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
New Order,
Fugazi,
Barry Ungar,
Symarip,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quando Quango,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sixth Finger,
Alton Ellis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Monks,
E-Dancer,
Pole,
Flash Fearless,
Monks,
Michelle Simonal,
Matthew Halsall,
Buzzcocks,
Blancmange,
Royal Trux,
Sonny Sharrock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soft Cell,
Subhumans,
Faraquet,
Suicide,
Ultravox,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.