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 Gambia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Robert Palmer 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 Arcadia to the electroclash 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Piero Umiliani,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quadrant,
Morten Harket,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Darondo,
A Certain Ratio,
Kas Product,
Funky Four + One,
The Misunderstood,
Ponytail,
Ronan,
Royal Trux,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alison Limerick,
Connie Case,
The Count Five,
Gong,
Iggy Pop,
ABBA,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fad Gadget,
Heaven 17,
Suicide,
Al Stewart,
John Lydon,
John Foxx,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sonics,
Pantaleimon,
Henry Cow,
Guru Guru,
June of 44,
Cluster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mission of Burma,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joe Finger,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Chris Corsano,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dave Gahan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Reed,
Leonard Cohen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Whodini,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stiv Bators,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Kinks,
Crime,
Gang Green,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultra Naté,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dark Day,
Bob Dylan,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.