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 Singapore and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Cybotron to the grime 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Joe Smooth,
Minnie Riperton,
Popol Vuh,
Wally Richardson,
Duran Duran,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric B and Rakim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Moody Blues,
A Certain Ratio,
Swell Maps,
Pierre Henry,
Soulsonic Force,
Man Parrish,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Byrd,
The Red Krayola,
Qualms,
Circle Jerks,
Dave Gahan,
The Wake,
Letta Mbulu,
Eric Dolphy,
Monolake,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Infiniti,
Slick Rick,
Peter & Gordon,
Warren Ellis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hot Snakes,
The Dead C,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gichy Dan,
Eric Copeland,
Deadbeat,
The Busters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soft Machine,
World's Most,
Ohio Players,
KRS-One,
Swans,
Arcadia,
The Modern Lovers,
Brand Nubian,
The Mojo Men,
The Barracudas,
The Happenings,
Patti Smith,
Lyres,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crispian St. Peters,
Skriet,
David McCallum,
Kas Product,
The Gories,
Average White Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.