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 Malaysia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Wire,
Derrick Morgan,
Marmalade,
Sällskapet,
World's Most,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neu!,
Nico,
Skriet,
Bluetip,
One Last Wish,
Zapp,
Amon Düül,
the Slits,
Malaria!,
John Foxx,
Quadrant,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Can,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rites of Spring,
Brothers Johnson,
Dual Sessions,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Colin Newman,
Urselle,
Talk Talk,
Livin' Joy,
The Selecter,
PIL,
The Durutti Column,
Fad Gadget,
Shoche,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soft Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Echospace,
Prince Buster,
Pole,
The Red Krayola,
The Slits,
Tears for Fears,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Patti Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
Ludus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Byrd,
Marshall Jefferson,
These Immortal Souls,
Marine Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
Rufus Thomas,
Joy Division,
Absolute Body Control,
Pussy Galore,
Lungfish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DNA,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.