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 Moldova and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 Loose Ends to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Supertramp,
Skriet,
Kerrie Biddell,
La Düsseldorf,
48th St. Collective,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aaron Thompson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
ABC,
Pole,
Lalann,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Leonard Cohen,
Agent Orange,
Rapeman,
Ten City,
Donald Byrd,
The Raincoats,
Fatback Band,
UT,
Wire,
Lower 48,
Mission of Burma,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mr. Review,
Yusef Lateef,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Josef K,
E-Dancer,
Moby Grape,
World's Most,
Cybotron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Max Romeo,
Flash Fearless,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Monks,
Sun Ra,
David McCallum,
Peter and Kerry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rotary Connection,
Black Pus,
Roxette,
Nas,
Main Source,
Crispy Ambulance,
Maleditus Sound,
Harmonia,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Depeche Mode,
Stiv Bators,
Hardrive,
Monolake,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
Steve Hackett,
Rakim,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.