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 Costa Rica and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sandy B to the crunk 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Lakeside,
Davy DMX,
Letta Mbulu,
Bad Manners,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Khruangbin,
Amon Düül II,
Faust,
KRS-One,
Negative Approach,
Livin' Joy,
The Move,
The Moleskins,
Can,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aural Exciters,
The Fire Engines,
Joy Division,
Jeff Lynne,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Last Poets,
Gang Starr,
Minny Pops,
Babytalk,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
UT,
Rakim,
Tres Demented,
Todd Rundgren,
Siglo XX,
The Associates,
Public Enemy,
The Names,
Pylon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Velvet Underground,
Cluster,
Main Source,
Harry Pussy,
Vladislav Delay,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Youth Brigade,
Howard Jones,
Fela Kuti,
a-ha,
Roxy Music,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Guru Guru,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minor Threat,
Nirvana,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bronski Beat,
PIL,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Iggy Pop,
Infiniti,
Visage,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.