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 Tanzania and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 Flesh Eaters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Urselle,
Excepter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radiohead,
The Searchers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Desert Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wasted Youth,
Juan Atkins,
Sun City Girls,
Cal Tjader,
Marmalade,
Erasure,
Blake Baxter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Icehouse,
The New Christs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Smiths,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Al Stewart,
Oneida,
Sexual Harrassment,
Slave,
Lungfish,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Suburban Knight,
The Music Machine,
Reuben Wilson,
These Immortal Souls,
Warren Ellis,
Stereo Dub,
Adolescents,
Rod Modell,
Q65,
The Fortunes,
Unwound,
Black Sheep,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Drive Like Jehu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Chris & Cosey,
Alphaville,
The Tremeloes,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sound,
The Fugs,
Masters at Work,
Pere Ubu,
Inner City,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moss Icon,
Infiniti,
Fad Gadget,
Los Fastidios,
The Fall,
Peter and Kerry,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.