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 Azerbaijan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Yaz to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
the Germs,
Public Image Ltd.,
La Düsseldorf,
Depeche Mode,
Circle Jerks,
Skaos,
Terry Callier,
Masters at Work,
Cymande,
Das Ding,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Real Kids,
X-Ray Spex,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
L. Decosne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Walker Brothers,
Au Pairs,
Bronski Beat,
Dave Gahan,
Jacob Miller,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fuzztones,
Unrelated Segments,
Ludus,
Al Stewart,
Pantaleimon,
Fluxion,
the Normal,
Mars,
The Star Department,
Barry Ungar,
Suburban Knight,
Mr. Review,
Aural Exciters,
The Gap Band,
Banda Bassotti,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Shuggie Otis,
Juan Atkins,
Buzzcocks,
Arcadia,
Moss Icon,
Babytalk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cure,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultravox,
Soul II Soul,
Tom Boy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Colin Newman,
Howard Jones,
Ossler,
Prince Buster,
Magazine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Connie Case,
Nirvana,
The Smoke,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.