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 Antigua and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Max Romeo to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Stetsasonic,
Sällskapet,
Heaven 17,
Cymande,
Jerry's Kids,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nick Fraelich,
Flipper,
Fear,
Black Moon,
The Cowsills,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Barracudas,
Accadde A,
Sparks,
Scion,
Young Marble Giants,
Terrestrial Tones,
Reuben Wilson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nation of Ulysses,
Swans,
Index,
Television,
David McCallum,
The Skatalites,
Gregory Isaacs,
Chris & Cosey,
Trumans Water,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Sonics,
Electric Prunes,
The Neon Judgement,
John Cale,
Thompson Twins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dual Sessions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Star Department,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Doors,
Sun City Girls,
Tim Buckley,
The Stooges,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dave Gahan,
Robert Wyatt,
Janne Schatter,
Nils Olav,
Pantytec,
Barclay James Harvest,
Susan Cadogan,
Minutemen,
Bob Dylan,
Fat Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.