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 New Zealand and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Rapeman to the grunge 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Todd Rundgren,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sight & Sound,
Roxy Music,
The Doobie Brothers,
Zero Boys,
U.S. Maple,
The Wake,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Byrd,
Robert Görl,
Tom Boy,
Moss Icon,
Wolf Eyes,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed,
Sun City Girls,
Yaz,
Erykah Badu,
Piero Umiliani,
The Techniques,
The Leaves,
Godley & Creme,
Visage,
Jawbox,
Tubeway Army,
the Swans,
Arab on Radar,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Byron Stingily,
A Certain Ratio,
Quando Quango,
June Days,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Christie,
The Smiths,
Faust,
Porter Ricks,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Sound,
The Count Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Boredoms,
Ultra Naté,
Country Teasers,
Eurythmics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Groovy Waters,
Alton Ellis,
Mr. Review,
Lindisfarne,
Babytalk,
Jeff Lynne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pulsallama,
Mars,
Make Up,
Josef K,
Toni Rubio,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.