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 Russia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Index to the grunge 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nirvana,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harry Pussy,
Godley & Creme,
Subhumans,
Alison Limerick,
The Misunderstood,
Lee Hazlewood,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stereo Dub,
The Busters,
The Dirtbombs,
Intrusion,
AZ,
The Moleskins,
The Stooges,
Gong,
Eddi Front,
Bang On A Can,
Schoolly D,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Organ,
The Tremeloes,
The Slits,
L. Decosne,
Absolute Body Control,
In Retrospect,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nils Olav,
Kerri Chandler,
Skarface,
Aloha Tigers,
Second Layer,
U.S. Maple,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Japan,
Isaac Hayes,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Sherman,
Radio Birdman,
The Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roxette,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cramps,
Lindisfarne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Althea and Donna,
Chris Corsano,
Rekid,
Flipper,
K-Klass,
Soft Machine,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.