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 Taiwan and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Stiv Bators to the grunge 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Television Personalities,
Spoonie Gee,
Banda Bassotti,
Howard Jones,
Pharoah Sanders,
David Axelrod,
The Beau Brummels,
Steve Hackett,
Section 25,
Ornette Coleman,
Lucky Dragons,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Guru Guru,
Maleditus Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Y Pants,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Make Up,
Brick,
Sandy B,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yaz,
H. Thieme,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pagans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eddi Front,
Accadde A,
X-101,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
L. Decosne,
Morten Harket,
The Last Poets,
The Cowsills,
Whodini,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gastr Del Sol,
Oneida,
Audionom,
Funkadelic,
Neil Young,
Crispian St. Peters,
Clear Light,
Soft Cell,
The Durutti Column,
Deakin,
Depeche Mode,
X-Ray Spex,
Tubeway Army,
Ultravox,
Procol Harum,
Quantec,
The J.B.'s,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Pus,
Chrome,
Lou Reed,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mo-Dettes,
Alice Coltrane,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.