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 Poland and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Donald Fagen 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 Warsaw to the dance 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pantaleimon,
Moss Icon,
Bronski Beat,
The Pop Group,
kango's stein massive,
Soulsonic Force,
Public Enemy,
Moby Grape,
Monolake,
Marine Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mary Jane Girls,
Quando Quango,
Eli Mardock,
One Last Wish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang of Four,
Depeche Mode,
The Names,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dawn Penn,
Black Pus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
U.S. Maple,
Lucky Dragons,
Outsiders,
Average White Band,
Tommy Roe,
ABC,
Agent Orange,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Masters at Work,
F. McDonald,
the Germs,
Fela Kuti,
Juan Atkins,
New York Dolls,
Wasted Youth,
Aural Exciters,
OOIOO,
The Pretty Things,
The Flesh Eaters,
Slick Rick,
Donny Hathaway,
Flash Fearless,
Graham Central Station,
K-Klass,
Maurizio,
Deakin,
The Happenings,
The Busters,
Eve St. Jones,
Morten Harket,
Intrusion,
Eden Ahbez,
Ten City,
Index,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Erykah Badu,
Anthony Braxton,
Moebius,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.