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 France and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 Tropical Tobacco to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Howard Jones,
Television Personalities,
Darondo,
Ohio Players,
Monks,
JFA,
Faust,
The Sonics,
Sight & Sound,
Negative Approach,
Peter & Gordon,
Kas Product,
Spoonie Gee,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Saints,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jeru the Damaja,
R.M.O.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultravox,
Tim Buckley,
B.T. Express,
The Busters,
the Association,
Absolute Body Control,
Niagra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Warren Ellis,
Outsiders,
The Divine Comedy,
Marvin Gaye,
David Bowie,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camouflage,
The Mojo Men,
Massinfluence,
Minny Pops,
kango's stein massive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Normal,
The Motions,
The Kinks,
Sonic Youth,
Wasted Youth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Infiniti,
The Associates,
Skaos,
The Barracudas,
Fatback Band,
Patti Smith,
Bronski Beat,
Lungfish,
Lou Christie,
The Monks,
the Sonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Golliwogs,
MC5,
Thompson Twins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.