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 Burkina and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 Ossler to the rock 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
John Holt,
Altered Images,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Thompson Twins,
Boz Scaggs,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Sherman,
Trumans Water,
Mad Mike,
Aloha Tigers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Negative Approach,
Ituana,
Hasil Adkins,
The Alarm Clocks,
New York Dolls,
Eddi Front,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marmalade,
Bush Tetras,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bill Near,
The Wake,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camouflage,
The Pop Group,
Oblivians,
The Saints,
Grauzone,
U.S. Maple,
Pet Shop Boys,
Amon Düül II,
One Last Wish,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Slits,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang Green,
Darondo,
Jawbox,
Outsiders,
the Germs,
The Remains,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Danielle Patucci,
Juan Atkins,
Carl Craig,
Roy Ayers,
Whodini,
Cameo,
Scott Walker,
Au Pairs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Steve Hackett,
Scratch Acid,
Sandy B,
Youth Brigade,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.