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 Solomon Islands and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Modern Lovers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Dave Gahan,
Matthew Bourne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Anthony Braxton,
John Coltrane,
Suicide,
The Fire Engines,
Cheater Slicks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mandrill,
Ken Boothe,
Japan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Robert Wyatt,
Ten City,
In Retrospect,
the Slits,
Metal Thangz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cluster,
Qualms,
The Golliwogs,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Angels of Light,
Hasil Adkins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Guru Guru,
Lou Christie,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Steve Hackett,
The Gladiators,
Derrick Morgan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Walker Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
Monolake,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Section 25,
Inner City,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sister Nancy,
Cecil Taylor,
Public Enemy,
Eric Copeland,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang of Four,
Ultravox,
Grey Daturas,
Danielle Patucci,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Residents,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ohio Players,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Graham Central Station,
Monks,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.