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 Slovenia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Althea and Donna to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bang On A Can,
Public Enemy,
Q65,
Erasure,
Tim Buckley,
Rekid,
Malaria!,
New Age Steppers,
Cameo,
Bill Wells,
Deadbeat,
Reuben Wilson,
Big Daddy Kane,
A Certain Ratio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mars,
Swell Maps,
Technova,
Amazonics,
Jawbox,
The Red Krayola,
Eric Copeland,
Angry Samoans,
the Germs,
Kayak,
Albert Ayler,
June of 44,
James White and The Blacks,
The Smiths,
The United States of America,
Monolake,
Make Up,
Electric Prunes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yazoo,
Intrusion,
Marine Girls,
Robert Hood,
The Moody Blues,
Young Marble Giants,
Von Mondo,
David Bowie,
10cc,
B.T. Express,
Quantec,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Slits,
Radiohead,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Barracudas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
T.S.O.L.,
La Düsseldorf,
MC5,
Basic Channel,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.