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 Liechtenstein 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 David McCallum to the rock 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Infiniti,
Alphaville,
Crime,
Jeff Mills,
kango's stein massive,
The Birthday Party,
Youth Brigade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jerry's Kids,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fire Engines,
Aswad,
Tom Boy,
Matthew Halsall,
The Motions,
Liliput,
Sparks,
Todd Rundgren,
the Human League,
Angry Samoans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
Jeff Lynne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Animal Collective,
World's Most,
The Pop Group,
Interpol,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Outsiders,
K-Klass,
Morten Harket,
The Blackbyrds,
Eddi Front,
Boz Scaggs,
Marine Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soul II Soul,
Marcia Griffiths,
Audionom,
Faraquet,
The Human League,
Terry Callier,
The Litter,
The Dead C,
Barrington Levy,
Sonic Youth,
Malaria!,
Warren Ellis,
Eric Dolphy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rotary Connection,
Bang On A Can,
Metal Thangz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quadrant,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.