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 Burkina and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 Deakin to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Newcleus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Graham Central Station,
Fatback Band,
Tim Buckley,
Schoolly D,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Misunderstood,
The Selecter,
The Seeds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Walker Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tres Demented,
A Certain Ratio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Glenn Branca,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The United States of America,
Gil Scott Heron,
Absolute Body Control,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-Ray Spex,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Moon,
Todd Terry,
Howard Jones,
Warsaw,
Joe Finger,
Leonard Cohen,
The Blues Magoos,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kenny Larkin,
Joy Division,
Bill Wells,
Kayak,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marmalade,
Dave Gahan,
June of 44,
The Gap Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Young Rascals,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vainqueur,
Mantronix,
Babytalk,
The J.B.'s,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bauhaus,
Half Japanese,
Jeff Lynne,
The Evens,
Iggy Pop,
Danielle Patucci,
Althea and Donna,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.