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 Vanuatu and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 Johnny Osbourne to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light 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?
Bizarre Inc.,
Roxy Music,
Technova,
Grauzone,
Spoonie Gee,
Godley & Creme,
Con Funk Shun,
Funky Four + One,
Angry Samoans,
Steve Hackett,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Motorama,
Pussy Galore,
Barry Ungar,
Average White Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nirvana,
Davy DMX,
UT,
The Victims,
Agitation Free,
Hot Snakes,
Ronan,
Chris Corsano,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bush Tetras,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fad Gadget,
Visage,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeff Lynne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sun Ra,
Pagans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Guru Guru,
Archie Shepp,
The Beau Brummels,
Das Ding,
Television Personalities,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scrapy,
The Blues Magoos,
Sixth Finger,
One Last Wish,
Morten Harket,
The Zeros,
Leonard Cohen,
Parry Music,
Barbara Tucker,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bronski Beat,
John Holt,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Divine Comedy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blancmange,
Mo-Dettes,
Sun City Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
X-102,
Grey Daturas,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.