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 Liberia and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 Mo-Dettes to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cheater Slicks,
Kerri Chandler,
Alphaville,
Ituana,
Blancmange,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Outsiders,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Litter,
Barbara Tucker,
Lower 48,
The Gun Club,
The Fugs,
T. Rex,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Main Source,
Wally Richardson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soul II Soul,
Neu!,
Thompson Twins,
Tres Demented,
The Smoke,
Pulsallama,
Au Pairs,
Josef K,
In Retrospect,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Maurizio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sixth Finger,
The Busters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Sonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Unrelated Segments,
The Black Dice,
The Skatalites,
The Offenders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Steve Hackett,
Duran Duran,
Nik Kershaw,
Technova,
Terrestrial Tones,
Quantec,
Aaron Thompson,
Thee Headcoats,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Names,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stetsasonic,
K-Klass,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Hood,
Inner City,
World's Most,
Crooked Eye,
Amon Düül II,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.