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 Belgium and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Moebius,
Johnny Osbourne,
Moby Grape,
Interpol,
KRS-One,
Pylon,
Godley & Creme,
The J.B.'s,
Anthony Braxton,
Mary Jane Girls,
Albert Ayler,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David Axelrod,
Eric Copeland,
Barry Ungar,
Peter & Gordon,
the Human League,
Matthew Bourne,
Khruangbin,
Severed Heads,
The Cowsills,
Scrapy,
Porter Ricks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bluetip,
Radiohead,
The Gladiators,
Robert Görl,
The Dirtbombs,
Main Source,
Cecil Taylor,
Morten Harket,
Average White Band,
Althea and Donna,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Television,
The Zeros,
Half Japanese,
The Motions,
Das Ding,
Nils Olav,
Deadbeat,
Roger Hodgson,
Royal Trux,
Depeche Mode,
Metal Thangz,
Susan Cadogan,
X-101,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bootsy Collins,
The Wake,
Kayak,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joy Division,
Sun Ra,
Funkadelic,
Dawn Penn,
Sixth Finger,
Gil Scott Heron,
Henry Cow,
Bush Tetras,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.