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 Taiwan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Q and Not U to the disco 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Roy Ayers,
Marmalade,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Pus,
Yaz,
kango's stein massive,
David Bowie,
Don Cherry,
The Sonics,
Chris Corsano,
Negative Approach,
Outsiders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rekid,
Tommy Roe,
Royal Trux,
Pole,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fugs,
Urselle,
Roxette,
Wire,
Ponytail,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Icehouse,
Howard Jones,
Terry Callier,
Kenny Larkin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soul II Soul,
Toni Rubio,
Panda Bear,
Absolute Body Control,
The Neon Judgement,
Severed Heads,
Donny Hathaway,
Erasure,
Nik Kershaw,
Sixth Finger,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joy Division,
Fela Kuti,
Das Ding,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Christie,
Organ,
Symarip,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Real Kids,
June of 44,
The Raincoats,
The Selecter,
Eve St. Jones,
Peter and Kerry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Green,
Oblivians,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.