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 Cape Verde and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Count Five to the punk 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultravox,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Monochrome Set,
Roger Hodgson,
Urselle,
Animal Collective,
Model 500,
In Retrospect,
Yaz,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Monks,
the Human League,
The Associates,
The J.B.'s,
Ohio Players,
K-Klass,
Alison Limerick,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ornette Coleman,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Christie,
Peter and Kerry,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cure,
Loose Ends,
Kenny Larkin,
Andrew Hill,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fela Kuti,
Tears for Fears,
Juan Atkins,
Niagra,
The Modern Lovers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Germs,
Letta Mbulu,
The Smiths,
Girls At Our Best!,
Drive Like Jehu,
Matthew Bourne,
Scientists,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pussy Galore,
This Heat,
Eddi Front,
The American Breed,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Tremeloes,
Parry Music,
Laurel Aitken,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ludus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.