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 Spain and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 Siglo XX to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Deepchord,
Grandmaster Flash,
Zapp,
Icehouse,
Crime,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arthur Verocai,
The Remains,
the Normal,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rosa Yemen,
Man Parrish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eurythmics,
Groovy Waters,
Fat Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fatback Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ornette Coleman,
Cluster,
T.S.O.L.,
Hoover,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lyres,
Black Flag,
Ten City,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Womack,
Adolescents,
the Human League,
Sixth Finger,
H. Thieme,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Golliwogs,
Dead Boys,
the Association,
The Gun Club,
Junior Murvin,
the Germs,
Oneida,
Au Pairs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marvin Gaye,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Television,
The Leaves,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
D'Angelo,
Scratch Acid,
EPMD,
Soft Cell,
JFA,
These Immortal Souls,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.