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 Rwanda and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Matthew Halsall to the rap 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Piero Umiliani,
The Associates,
John Foxx,
Barclay James Harvest,
June of 44,
Slave,
Pierre Henry,
Cybotron,
Dave Gahan,
Absolute Body Control,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Audionom,
Adolescents,
The Beau Brummels,
Mars,
H. Thieme,
Q and Not U,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Mojo Men,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barry Ungar,
Little Man,
The Cure,
Anakelly,
Avey Tare,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sugar Minott,
Quadrant,
Deakin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Davy DMX,
Fugazi,
Section 25,
The Seeds,
Delta 5,
Tomorrow,
The Motions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Magazine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
This Heat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Misunderstood,
Derrick Morgan,
Silicon Teens,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter & Gordon,
Rotary Connection,
Ten City,
Minny Pops,
Lyres,
Suicide,
AZ,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roger Hodgson,
Das Ding,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Music Machine,
Iggy Pop,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.