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 Chad and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 One Last Wish to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jacob Miller,
Organ,
Sun City Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Real Kids,
Patti Smith,
Banda Bassotti,
Mark Hollis,
Slick Rick,
Popol Vuh,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Delta 5,
the Normal,
Arthur Verocai,
In Retrospect,
U.S. Maple,
Quadrant,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neil Young,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Christie,
Rod Modell,
CMW,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Byrd,
The Residents,
The Durutti Column,
Groovy Waters,
Todd Rundgren,
Ohio Players,
Faust,
Accadde A,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minnie Riperton,
Absolute Body Control,
Brass Construction,
Lou Reed,
Terry Callier,
Hardrive,
Urselle,
Crash Course in Science,
Loose Ends,
Shoche,
Grandmaster Flash,
Make Up,
Thompson Twins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Malaria!,
Half Japanese,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Moleskins,
The Remains,
Cheater Slicks,
The Blues Magoos,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.