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 Denmark and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Moleskins 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Neu!,
Wasted Youth,
Buzzcocks,
John Cale,
Steve Hackett,
The Index,
Girls At Our Best!,
Television Personalities,
Minnie Riperton,
Wings,
Chrome,
Masters at Work,
Cheater Slicks,
Rufus Thomas,
Sexual Harrassment,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kurtis Blow,
World's Most,
Vladislav Delay,
Ituana,
The New Christs,
John Lydon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Urselle,
Aural Exciters,
Soul II Soul,
Brothers Johnson,
Bad Manners,
Kenny Larkin,
Roxy Music,
The Red Krayola,
Loose Ends,
Peter and Kerry,
Spoonie Gee,
Jandek,
Eurythmics,
Gerry Rafferty,
Boz Scaggs,
Albert Ayler,
The Count Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ossler,
Soulsonic Force,
Terry Callier,
The Gories,
Sandy B,
Alice Coltrane,
Bill Wells,
Model 500,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arab on Radar,
New York Dolls,
Vainqueur,
Drive Like Jehu,
Delta 5,
Jesper Dahlback,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Motorama,
Rapeman,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.