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 Estonia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nico to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Ken Boothe,
Yellowson,
The Martian,
Dead Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
Charles Mingus,
The Music Machine,
Grandmaster Flash,
Agent Orange,
John Cale,
Skriet,
X-101,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joyce Sims,
Howard Jones,
Aloha Tigers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mo-Dettes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barrington Levy,
Grey Daturas,
Altered Images,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Colin Newman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vainqueur,
Lalo Schifrin,
D'Angelo,
the Sonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pulsallama,
The Vogues,
H. Thieme,
The Moleskins,
Technova,
Nas,
KRS-One,
Maleditus Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Frankie Knuckles,
UT,
Tubeway Army,
Nation of Ulysses,
Steve Hackett,
June of 44,
Lakeside,
The Names,
Fear,
Deepchord,
Flipper,
Moebius,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fire Engines,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.