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 Laos and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Visage to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Livin' Joy,
KRS-One,
Outsiders,
The Index,
The Monochrome Set,
Bob Dylan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Görl,
The Modern Lovers,
Quadrant,
Swell Maps,
Ken Boothe,
Wings,
Silicon Teens,
The Fire Engines,
Parry Music,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Massinfluence,
Section 25,
Johnny Osbourne,
Echospace,
Soft Machine,
Sight & Sound,
Harmonia,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Last Poets,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Knickerbockers,
Skaos,
Symarip,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang Green,
Scan 7,
Thompson Twins,
Scrapy,
Patti Smith,
New York Dolls,
Judy Mowatt,
Q65,
Davy DMX,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ossler,
David Axelrod,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marc Almond,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Invisible,
Skriet,
The Dirtbombs,
The Searchers,
Jesper Dahlback,
New Age Steppers,
Bauhaus,
Rekid,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.