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 Bolivia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Piero Umiliani to the techno 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Royal Trux,
Matthew Halsall,
Flash Fearless,
Alphaville,
The Angels of Light,
Japan,
Bush Tetras,
Television Personalities,
Crooked Eye,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Christie,
Youth Brigade,
Peter & Gordon,
Bauhaus,
The Barracudas,
Country Teasers,
Cecil Taylor,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Sheep,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cameo,
Suicide,
Henry Cow,
Johnny Clarke,
Joe Finger,
Scratch Acid,
Donald Byrd,
Hardrive,
New Age Steppers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Sherman,
Mr. Review,
cv313,
Whodini,
Byron Stingily,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
Bad Manners,
The Velvet Underground,
Gabor Szabo,
EPMD,
Grey Daturas,
Ultra Naté,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Moon,
Intrusion,
The Divine Comedy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roy Ayers,
Freddie Wadling,
Skaos,
The Grass Roots,
John Foxx,
UT,
Au Pairs,
Dead Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
ABC,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crash Course in Science,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.