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 San Marino and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 Neu! to the dance 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
The Gap Band,
Sound Behaviour,
a-ha,
Cheater Slicks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Animal Collective,
Quadrant,
Connie Case,
Hot Snakes,
Rotary Connection,
T.S.O.L.,
The Litter,
Moebius,
Urselle,
Tomorrow,
The United States of America,
H. Thieme,
Los Fastidios,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric Dolphy,
Minor Threat,
the Association,
AZ,
Smog,
Swans,
Marc Almond,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bronski Beat,
Massinfluence,
Black Pus,
Faraquet,
Qualms,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
L. Decosne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harmonia,
Lyres,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kevin Saunderson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Con Funk Shun,
Television Personalities,
Yazoo,
Fatback Band,
Joe Smooth,
The Moody Blues,
Excepter,
Jawbox,
Vladislav Delay,
Mantronix,
Rakim,
Nas,
Donald Byrd,
the Normal,
Scott Walker,
Robert Wyatt,
Cal Tjader,
Magazine,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.