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 Solomon Islands and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and an organ 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Marc Almond,
The Smoke,
The Sonics,
The Seeds,
Fat Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
James White and The Blacks,
Eli Mardock,
Bauhaus,
Make Up,
Dual Sessions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Association,
Neil Young,
Juan Atkins,
Henry Cow,
Shoche,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Anakelly,
Piero Umiliani,
Parry Music,
Cecil Taylor,
R.M.O.,
the Soft Cell,
Grey Daturas,
The Martian,
Underground Resistance,
Bill Wells,
Bluetip,
Roger Hodgson,
Slick Rick,
Matthew Bourne,
Lyres,
Warren Ellis,
Flash Fearless,
MC5,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Delon & Dalcan,
Spandau Ballet,
Byron Stingily,
Y Pants,
Warsaw,
Scion,
Clear Light,
cv313,
Bang On A Can,
Ultravox,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brothers Johnson,
Rekid,
Can,
Rapeman,
Smog,
Archie Shepp,
Amazonics,
Radiohead,
The Flesh Eaters,
Porter Ricks,
MDC,
Yaz,
K-Klass,
Heaven 17,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.