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 Australia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Michael McDonald 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 Grass Roots to the rock 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Skriet,
Radiohead,
The Gun Club,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tommy Roe,
Fat Boys,
Ossler,
Sam Rivers,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Residents,
Massinfluence,
The Young Rascals,
David McCallum,
Colin Newman,
Underground Resistance,
Franke,
The Star Department,
The Golliwogs,
Duran Duran,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
MC5,
Audionom,
Wings,
The Slits,
Max Romeo,
The Dead C,
Qualms,
Symarip,
Pussy Galore,
Malaria!,
John Coltrane,
The Smiths,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scion,
E-Dancer,
Angry Samoans,
Blossom Toes,
The Real Kids,
Freddie Wadling,
Funkadelic,
Agitation Free,
La Düsseldorf,
Reagan Youth,
Curtis Mayfield,
OOIOO,
The Toasters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
UT,
the Human League,
R.M.O.,
Soft Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Barracudas,
Glenn Branca,
Godley & Creme,
Chris Corsano,
The Red Krayola,
Surgeon,
Archie Shepp,
The Offenders,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.