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 Korea South and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Mark Hollis to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Procol Harum,
Mission of Burma,
R.M.O.,
Index,
The Fire Engines,
Rotary Connection,
Chrome,
Sam Rivers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bill Near,
Public Enemy,
Joyce Sims,
Pylon,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Soft Cell,
Das Ding,
The American Breed,
Trumans Water,
Magma,
The Index,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Cale,
Young Marble Giants,
Jacob Miller,
Circle Jerks,
Fad Gadget,
The Shadows of Knight,
Susan Cadogan,
PIL,
Electric Prunes,
X-101,
Danielle Patucci,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eurythmics,
Audionom,
Barry Ungar,
Eli Mardock,
Magazine,
FM Einheit,
The Invisible,
Masters at Work,
Faraquet,
KRS-One,
Moby Grape,
Harry Pussy,
The Searchers,
The Birthday Party,
Lalann,
Junior Murvin,
Drexciya,
Technova,
Ten City,
Joensuu 1685,
Stereo Dub,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camberwell Now,
Model 500,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.