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 Syria and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Michael McDonald 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 Sugar Minott to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Sparks,
Moss Icon,
Scratch Acid,
MC5,
The Dead C,
Darondo,
The Modern Lovers,
Zero Boys,
E-Dancer,
Roxy Music,
Steve Hackett,
B.T. Express,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ossler,
Maurizio,
The Divine Comedy,
Circle Jerks,
Lindisfarne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fear,
The Buckinghams,
Simply Red,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Royal Trux,
The Names,
The Victims,
Yazoo,
Marmalade,
Aloha Tigers,
ABBA,
Jimmy McGriff,
Country Teasers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Make Up,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Moody Blues,
Laurel Aitken,
Niagra,
Godley & Creme,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Barracudas,
Judy Mowatt,
Fluxion,
Unwound,
Mo-Dettes,
Al Stewart,
Johnny Clarke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Average White Band,
Babytalk,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Silicon Teens,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rufus Thomas,
Warren Ellis,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.