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 Bolivia and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare 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 Alarm Clocks to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
The Raincoats,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The J.B.'s,
ABC,
Grauzone,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric Copeland,
Pylon,
Bobby Sherman,
The Blackbyrds,
Dennis Brown,
Royal Trux,
The Beau Brummels,
T. Rex,
Wire,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rapeman,
Model 500,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Essential Logic,
The Kinks,
B.T. Express,
Minny Pops,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Görl,
Lindisfarne,
Von Mondo,
Robert Wyatt,
DJ Sneak,
The Toasters,
The Slackers,
Aaron Thompson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pulsallama,
the Sonics,
Accadde A,
Scan 7,
The Star Department,
David Axelrod,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Moon,
Scott Walker,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Excepter,
Niagra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Johnny Clarke,
Soul II Soul,
Tres Demented,
Toni Rubio,
Procol Harum,
Letta Mbulu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tropical Tobacco,
Qualms,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bush Tetras,
Magma,
Roxy Music,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.