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 Chile and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Steve Hackett to the grunge 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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Quantec 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Delta 5,
Ronan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roxette,
Average White Band,
Kayak,
Matthew Bourne,
The Sonics,
Suicide,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marc Almond,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Moon,
Iggy Pop,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camouflage,
Groovy Waters,
Model 500,
Soft Cell,
the Human League,
Scion,
Bobby Byrd,
Drive Like Jehu,
China Crisis,
Malaria!,
Panda Bear,
Fatback Band,
Davy DMX,
Ash Ra Tempel,
June of 44,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Steve Hackett,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jacques Brel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Pretty Things,
Eric Dolphy,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dirtbombs,
Aural Exciters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Howard Jones,
Little Man,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Beau Brummels,
Basic Channel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Amon Düül II,
Trumans Water,
DNA,
The Fugs,
Sam Rivers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marmalade,
Y Pants,
Sister Nancy,
Pole,
Smog,
E-Dancer,
Dual Sessions,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.