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 Namibia and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin 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 Kevin Saunderson to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Accadde A,
Soft Machine,
Unrelated Segments,
Pantytec,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Vainqueur,
Ultra Naté,
Patti Smith,
Peter & Gordon,
Young Marble Giants,
Urselle,
Tears for Fears,
Todd Rundgren,
Monks,
Oblivians,
The Count Five,
The Gories,
Al Stewart,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aural Exciters,
Buzzcocks,
Skriet,
Idris Muhammad,
Hot Snakes,
Minny Pops,
Fear,
Slick Rick,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Letta Mbulu,
Half Japanese,
Newcleus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scion,
The Wake,
Bang On A Can,
A Certain Ratio,
PIL,
Qualms,
Index,
The Red Krayola,
Albert Ayler,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Techniques,
Prince Buster,
Youth Brigade,
The Monks,
Pagans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Chris Corsano,
Quando Quango,
The Blackbyrds,
Subhumans,
Dead Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marcia Griffiths,
Royal Trux,
Blake Baxter,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.