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 Pakistan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bang On A Can to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Peter and Kerry,
The Litter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ituana,
Yusef Lateef,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Doors,
Babytalk,
The Star Department,
the Human League,
Newcleus,
The Beau Brummels,
B.T. Express,
Roxette,
The Golliwogs,
The Invisible,
Iggy Pop,
Country Teasers,
Metal Thangz,
Sun Ra,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
a-ha,
The Stooges,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Standells,
Icehouse,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
L. Decosne,
MDC,
Freddie Wadling,
Lightning Bolt,
Neu!,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sixth Finger,
Scion,
Aswad,
The Fortunes,
E-Dancer,
Yazoo,
Lou Christie,
Bizarre Inc.,
Easy Going,
Visage,
New Order,
UT,
Erasure,
Mad Mike,
The Saints,
Blancmange,
Technova,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gichy Dan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lungfish,
Bob Dylan,
Pylon,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.