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 Tunisia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins 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?
Lakeside,
Idris Muhammad,
Banda Bassotti,
Rekid,
Khruangbin,
Steve Hackett,
The Beau Brummels,
Sister Nancy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marine Girls,
Pierre Henry,
Saccharine Trust,
Magma,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Red Krayola,
Kurtis Blow,
Amon Düül II,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Moody Blues,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Modern Lovers,
The Divine Comedy,
Mission of Burma,
Rapeman,
World's Most,
Reagan Youth,
D'Angelo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Alarm Clocks,
48th St. Collective,
Sight & Sound,
EPMD,
Vainqueur,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Vogues,
Youth Brigade,
DNA,
L. Decosne,
The Pretty Things,
Terry Callier,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ituana,
Lower 48,
Black Moon,
The Monochrome Set,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Desert Stars,
The Real Kids,
The Litter,
Morten Harket,
The Saints,
Fatback Band,
Average White Band,
Hardrive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Agitation Free,
Absolute Body Control,
Aaron Thompson,
Soft Cell,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.