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 Korea North and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Glambeats Corp. to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
The Offenders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang of Four,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
K-Klass,
E-Dancer,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hasil Adkins,
The Slackers,
Marc Almond,
Kas Product,
James White and The Blacks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
48th St. Collective,
Laurel Aitken,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Quadrant,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed,
Cymande,
Skarface,
Ice-T,
Marvin Gaye,
Rekid,
Groovy Waters,
The Victims,
The New Christs,
Morten Harket,
Aloha Tigers,
8 Eyed Spy,
David McCallum,
The Monochrome Set,
Yaz,
The Index,
The Cowsills,
H. Thieme,
Rhythm & Sound,
The American Breed,
Supertramp,
The Techniques,
The Misunderstood,
Infiniti,
Eurythmics,
Crime,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Josef K,
Sight & Sound,
Delta 5,
The Raincoats,
The Fortunes,
Kaleidoscope,
Scrapy,
Whodini,
The Angels of Light,
Radio Birdman,
Fluxion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Human League,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.