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 Malaysia and from Halifax.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 John Cale to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Quadrant,
Jacob Miller,
Tropical Tobacco,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun Ra,
Deakin,
Neu!,
The Cramps,
Rotary Connection,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
CMW,
The Barracudas,
The Star Department,
Blake Baxter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Althea and Donna,
John Holt,
Marc Almond,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Kinks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bluetip,
Ituana,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pulsallama,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Swell Maps,
The Seeds,
Masters at Work,
Aural Exciters,
These Immortal Souls,
Joensuu 1685,
DNA,
Sällskapet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rosa Yemen,
Barry Ungar,
New York Dolls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fatback Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Sandy B,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Bananas,
Electric Prunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Foxx,
Public Enemy,
David McCallum,
Porter Ricks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Steve Hackett,
Skriet,
Arthur Verocai,
Popol Vuh,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.