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 Chile and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Pylon to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Swans,
Lou Reed,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Sonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Spandau Ballet,
Sällskapet,
The Golliwogs,
Procol Harum,
The Five Americans,
Roxette,
The Grass Roots,
Charles Mingus,
Delta 5,
Sun City Girls,
MDC,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Motorama,
Talk Talk,
Flipper,
Massinfluence,
Drexciya,
ABC,
Bob Dylan,
Yazoo,
June of 44,
The Leaves,
Joe Finger,
Soulsonic Force,
Max Romeo,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fire Engines,
The Buckinghams,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kurtis Blow,
10cc,
Brick,
Marmalade,
Radiohead,
The Stooges,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Residents,
The Mojo Men,
Blossom Toes,
Buzzcocks,
H. Thieme,
The Young Rascals,
Joey Negro,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dorothy Ashby,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kas Product,
Bobby Byrd,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.