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 Peru and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
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 oboe 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Dirtbombs,
ABBA,
Ultravox,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Smog,
Juan Atkins,
Marmalade,
Zero Boys,
The Toasters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lalann,
Con Funk Shun,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kurtis Blow,
T. Rex,
Black Moon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tommy Roe,
Interpol,
The Leaves,
Ludus,
The Victims,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hashim,
Godley & Creme,
Scrapy,
The Zeros,
Zapp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Little Man,
The Motions,
Soul II Soul,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Massinfluence,
Bob Dylan,
The Gories,
Second Layer,
Dave Gahan,
The Sound,
Tomorrow,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Neon Judgement,
Infiniti,
Bluetip,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Mummies,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sparks,
The Birthday Party,
Make Up,
Derrick Morgan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scion,
The Blues Magoos,
Terrestrial Tones,
Organ,
Chris & Cosey,
Pierre Henry,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.