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 Zimbabwe and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 Stetsasonic to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
The Offenders,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gichy Dan,
Heaven 17,
Clear Light,
Marc Almond,
The Sonics,
Warsaw,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kaleidoscope,
Danielle Patucci,
Babytalk,
New York Dolls,
Swell Maps,
Mission of Burma,
Pere Ubu,
Saccharine Trust,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sound,
Graham Central Station,
The Young Rascals,
Ten City,
Stereo Dub,
Public Enemy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Television,
Procol Harum,
Johnny Clarke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Görl,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mandrill,
The Happenings,
Scion,
H. Thieme,
Deadbeat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dave Gahan,
Blake Baxter,
D'Angelo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bluetip,
Subhumans,
Silicon Teens,
Nils Olav,
Rapeman,
Circle Jerks,
Franke,
Bad Manners,
Alton Ellis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Unwound,
Sight & Sound,
ABBA,
Blossom Toes,
Easy Going,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.