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 Kyrgyzstan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 David Bowie 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 Reagan Youth to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The American Breed,
Spoonie Gee,
Whodini,
Wally Richardson,
Little Man,
Fugazi,
Silicon Teens,
Zero Boys,
Massinfluence,
Prince Buster,
Technova,
Sight & Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bluetip,
Electric Prunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lakeside,
Todd Rundgren,
The New Christs,
Howard Jones,
Unrelated Segments,
The Beau Brummels,
Josef K,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jawbox,
Country Teasers,
Cymande,
Sällskapet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Arcadia,
Aloha Tigers,
Chris & Cosey,
Panda Bear,
Amazonics,
Soul II Soul,
Boredoms,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sam Rivers,
The Moleskins,
Inner City,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vainqueur,
Flipper,
Ohio Players,
Iggy Pop,
Kerrie Biddell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Unwound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Negative Approach,
Lou Reed,
Drexciya,
Roger Hodgson,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Birthday Party,
Matthew Halsall,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Interpol,
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.