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 Andorra and from Bremen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gichy Dan to the jazz 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Normal,
Piero Umiliani,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Swell Maps,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grey Daturas,
Accadde A,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sparks,
L. Decosne,
The Misunderstood,
The Cowsills,
Jimmy McGriff,
Graham Central Station,
Neil Young,
Danielle Patucci,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tom Boy,
Panda Bear,
Warsaw,
Patti Smith,
Ralphi Rosario,
David McCallum,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Reuben Wilson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Boredoms,
Harmonia,
Sight & Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nik Kershaw,
World's Most,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crispy Ambulance,
June of 44,
Procol Harum,
Radio Birdman,
Deepchord,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Moody Blues,
Cluster,
Reagan Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sexual Harrassment,
a-ha,
AZ,
Brass Construction,
The Gladiators,
Warren Ellis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pussy Galore,
Bush Tetras,
Bang On A Can,
Oblivians,
The Angels of Light,
Lungfish,
Camouflage,
T.S.O.L.,
Little Man,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.