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 Dominican Republic 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ultra Naté to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Inner City,
Hashim,
Todd Rundgren,
Prince Buster,
Zero Boys,
Negative Approach,
Nico,
Scrapy,
The Stooges,
Symarip,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deepchord,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nik Kershaw,
Johnny Clarke,
Make Up,
Oblivians,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ten City,
The Raincoats,
Average White Band,
Stiv Bators,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Japan,
DNA,
Bang On A Can,
Crispian St. Peters,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Hood,
Silicon Teens,
Mission of Burma,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lebanon Hanover,
JFA,
Agitation Free,
The Buckinghams,
Tears for Fears,
Theoretical Girls,
Pagans,
Yaz,
Erasure,
Peter and Kerry,
Sparks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cowsills,
Slick Rick,
kango's stein massive,
Charles Mingus,
Harry Pussy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Morten Harket,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Music Machine,
Nils Olav,
The Selecter,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.