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 Djibouti and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 Graham Central Station to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soulsonic Force,
Brass Construction,
Erykah Badu,
The Standells,
The Angels of Light,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wasted Youth,
Black Moon,
The Golliwogs,
The Moody Blues,
The Detroit Cobras,
Drexciya,
Schoolly D,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
ABBA,
Can,
the Association,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
UT,
Skarface,
Bill Wells,
Main Source,
The Kinks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Morten Harket,
Ken Boothe,
The Fugs,
Trumans Water,
the Soft Cell,
The Monochrome Set,
Sonic Youth,
Joe Finger,
Nation of Ulysses,
Motorama,
Basic Channel,
Roxy Music,
Pagans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Babytalk,
Lyres,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cowsills,
Groovy Waters,
Lungfish,
Bobby Byrd,
Letta Mbulu,
48th St. Collective,
Derrick Morgan,
Siglo XX,
The Blues Magoos,
The Victims,
Fad Gadget,
Lower 48,
Michelle Simonal,
The Electric Prunes,
Au Pairs,
Unrelated Segments,
Alphaville,
F. McDonald,
The Seeds,
Lakeside,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.