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 Guatemala and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dorothy Ashby to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Average White Band,
Steve Hackett,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minny Pops,
The Pretty Things,
Sister Nancy,
The Gap Band,
Mission of Burma,
Thompson Twins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cameo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Girls At Our Best!,
Colin Newman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The J.B.'s,
Eurythmics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Circle Jerks,
Anakelly,
The Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Young Marble Giants,
Banda Bassotti,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ossler,
The Fire Engines,
Marmalade,
Stockholm Monsters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fugs,
Rufus Thomas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
New Order,
Rotary Connection,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bootsy Collins,
Aural Exciters,
Sight & Sound,
The Motions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Maleditus Sound,
Metal Thangz,
F. McDonald,
Isaac Hayes,
Outsiders,
Camberwell Now,
MDC,
Donald Byrd,
The Wake,
The Angels of Light,
Kenny Larkin,
Stereo Dub,
Byron Stingily,
Laurel Aitken,
Tears for Fears,
Radio Birdman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soul II Soul,
Pere Ubu,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.