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 Dominican Republic and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Negative Approach to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Spoonie Gee,
The Shadows of Knight,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cybotron,
The J.B.'s,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pantytec,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nick Fraelich,
the Sonics,
Ken Boothe,
The Flesh Eaters,
Echospace,
Siglo XX,
Fear,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Banda Bassotti,
Quando Quango,
Black Bananas,
Marshall Jefferson,
World's Most,
EPMD,
Steve Hackett,
Anthony Braxton,
Young Marble Giants,
Malaria!,
Stetsasonic,
Terry Callier,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flamin' Groovies,
48th St. Collective,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Associates,
Erasure,
Blossom Toes,
Oneida,
Gregory Isaacs,
Suburban Knight,
Brick,
Essential Logic,
Severed Heads,
Derrick Morgan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Procol Harum,
Deepchord,
Scrapy,
Adolescents,
Al Stewart,
Ronan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Saccharine Trust,
Rosa Yemen,
Todd Rundgren,
Mission of Burma,
Jeff Lynne,
Public Enemy,
Nas,
Eric Copeland,
Matthew Bourne,
Sixth Finger,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.