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 Yemen and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Warsaw to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Intrusion,
Michelle Simonal,
Cal Tjader,
Average White Band,
Ponytail,
Niagra,
Royal Trux,
Fear,
Warsaw,
Thee Headcoats,
Colin Newman,
Radiohead,
Max Romeo,
Piero Umiliani,
Tubeway Army,
Maleditus Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter and Kerry,
Au Pairs,
The Buckinghams,
Arab on Radar,
Kerrie Biddell,
Howard Jones,
David Bowie,
Panda Bear,
Minor Threat,
Sällskapet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gichy Dan,
Hoover,
Index,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Saccharine Trust,
The Victims,
Liliput,
Drexciya,
Big Daddy Kane,
Technova,
The Cure,
Moebius,
Eve St. Jones,
Babytalk,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cameo,
Rapeman,
Eden Ahbez,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cosmic Jokers,
JFA,
Pantaleimon,
The Durutti Column,
Animal Collective,
Letta Mbulu,
Chrome,
Duran Duran,
The Star Department,
Lalo Schifrin,
Warren Ellis,
Skarface,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.