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 Korea South and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 Colin Newman to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yaz,
Harry Pussy,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tubeway Army,
Sound Behaviour,
Lungfish,
The Beau Brummels,
Vladislav Delay,
Tom Boy,
The Blackbyrds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bluetip,
Gichy Dan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minor Threat,
Warren Ellis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Metal Thangz,
D'Angelo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eve St. Jones,
Eurythmics,
Wally Richardson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Barracudas,
Laurel Aitken,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Slits,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dark Day,
Ultimate Spinach,
Swans,
Ultravox,
Cymande,
New Order,
The Gories,
Gerry Rafferty,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cameo,
Roy Ayers,
Silicon Teens,
Unrelated Segments,
The American Breed,
This Heat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Section 25,
Junior Murvin,
Joe Finger,
Pierre Henry,
Severed Heads,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boredoms,
Nik Kershaw,
Robert Görl,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Womack,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.