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 Seychelles and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 Tears for Fears to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sister Nancy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Neil Young,
Desert Stars,
Young Marble Giants,
Marine Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nils Olav,
The Happenings,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scratch Acid,
Easy Going,
Hoover,
Harry Pussy,
Kurtis Blow,
Donald Byrd,
John Coltrane,
Minor Threat,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Byron Stingily,
Marshall Jefferson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Section 25,
Magma,
The Mojo Men,
Siglo XX,
Mission of Burma,
Average White Band,
Duran Duran,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mantronix,
Sparks,
Blake Baxter,
Ten City,
Radiopuhelimet,
Warsaw,
Joensuu 1685,
Yusef Lateef,
This Heat,
The Offenders,
Brick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Vladislav Delay,
Rapeman,
Cal Tjader,
The Stooges,
Mark Hollis,
Laurel Aitken,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fela Kuti,
Amon Düül II,
Model 500,
Magazine,
Pantytec,
Lalann,
Morten Harket,
Howard Jones,
Sonic Youth,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.