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 Nigeria and from Beijing.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 a-ha to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Symarip,
Davy DMX,
Smog,
Camouflage,
cv313,
Desert Stars,
The Tremeloes,
Subhumans,
Eden Ahbez,
Jandek,
Spoonie Gee,
The Vogues,
CMW,
The Remains,
Intrusion,
Soft Cell,
the Germs,
Tom Boy,
Erykah Badu,
Fear,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang of Four,
Hashim,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare,
Bush Tetras,
Sam Rivers,
PIL,
John Cale,
Massinfluence,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fall,
Dennis Brown,
L. Decosne,
The Evens,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Depeche Mode,
Stetsasonic,
Black Moon,
Pere Ubu,
Maurizio,
Prince Buster,
The Smoke,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pulsallama,
Kayak,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Association,
Aural Exciters,
The Smiths,
E-Dancer,
Scrapy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Icehouse,
Joe Smooth,
Monks,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.