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 Swaziland and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Suburban Knight to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Darondo,
Grauzone,
Althea and Donna,
Groovy Waters,
Ultravox,
Arab on Radar,
Camouflage,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Henry Cow,
The Walker Brothers,
Simply Red,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Star Department,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dave Gahan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Slackers,
The Names,
Kerri Chandler,
Minor Threat,
Ituana,
This Heat,
CMW,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joe Finger,
Dawn Penn,
Iggy Pop,
Boz Scaggs,
Bob Dylan,
The Electric Prunes,
Zero Boys,
Carl Craig,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nik Kershaw,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Divine Comedy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eric Dolphy,
Inner City,
Make Up,
The Blues Magoos,
Cameo,
U.S. Maple,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rites of Spring,
Alphaville,
Eric Copeland,
The Moody Blues,
The Real Kids,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Anthony Braxton,
Scratch Acid,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Tremeloes,
Aloha Tigers,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.