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 Bolivia and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 Bauhaus to the rock 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum 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 arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
The Gories,
Lou Reed,
Cymande,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Procol Harum,
Howard Jones,
The Fuzztones,
Drexciya,
Heaven 17,
June of 44,
Talk Talk,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sexual Harrassment,
Al Stewart,
The Slackers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rufus Thomas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joey Negro,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Agitation Free,
Oblivians,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Angels of Light,
The Stooges,
Dual Sessions,
Robert Hood,
The Cowsills,
Joe Smooth,
Spandau Ballet,
Loose Ends,
DNA,
The Move,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Matthew Halsall,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mummies,
Barry Ungar,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crispian St. Peters,
Q65,
Accadde A,
Kurtis Blow,
Eddi Front,
Aloha Tigers,
Sugar Minott,
Rites of Spring,
Reuben Wilson,
Rosa Yemen,
Sight & Sound,
Altered Images,
Tommy Roe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Frankie Knuckles,
The American Breed,
The Count Five,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Todd Rundgren,
Silicon Teens,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.