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 South Sudan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Swell Maps to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Cymande,
The Divine Comedy,
June of 44,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Goldenarms,
Magazine,
New York Dolls,
Bob Dylan,
Black Flag,
Matthew Bourne,
Los Fastidios,
Sex Pistols,
the Slits,
Moebius,
Urselle,
The Count Five,
The Smoke,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dead C,
Big Daddy Kane,
Swans,
Barrington Levy,
Peter and Kerry,
The Trojans,
Essential Logic,
Excepter,
Steve Hackett,
Camouflage,
Fat Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Henry Cow,
Kaleidoscope,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fuzztones,
Make Up,
Tomorrow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crooked Eye,
The Electric Prunes,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Pop Group,
Icehouse,
Barry Ungar,
MC5,
Warsaw,
Thee Headcoats,
Jeru the Damaja,
In Retrospect,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Suicide,
Sugar Minott,
Gang of Four,
The Names,
Brass Construction,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.