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 Kosovo and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 Scrapy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Lakeside,
The Vogues,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Human League,
Sugar Minott,
Stereo Dub,
Max Romeo,
Camouflage,
Kaleidoscope,
10cc,
Tears for Fears,
Wolf Eyes,
Marmalade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aloha Tigers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fugs,
Minnie Riperton,
Intrusion,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Groovy Waters,
Sex Pistols,
Trumans Water,
Robert Görl,
Surgeon,
Letta Mbulu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Technova,
Half Japanese,
The Moody Blues,
Scan 7,
Organ,
The Litter,
Aaron Thompson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Monks,
Thompson Twins,
The Blues Magoos,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Morten Harket,
Sixth Finger,
FM Einheit,
The American Breed,
Throbbing Gristle,
Franke,
Black Sheep,
Blancmange,
The Buckinghams,
F. McDonald,
The Divine Comedy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
a-ha,
Simply Red,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hoover,
Bauhaus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.