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 Romania and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ultimate Spinach to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Drexciya,
Pierre Henry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Goldenarms,
Pere Ubu,
Don Cherry,
Saccharine Trust,
Youth Brigade,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Isaac Hayes,
The Trojans,
Alphaville,
Ornette Coleman,
UT,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang of Four,
The Electric Prunes,
Icehouse,
Rosa Yemen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Womack,
Excepter,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skarface,
Brick,
Godley & Creme,
Susan Cadogan,
Absolute Body Control,
Hasil Adkins,
David Axelrod,
The Buckinghams,
The Real Kids,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ken Boothe,
Moebius,
The Fall,
Soft Machine,
Roxy Music,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Oneida,
The Cramps,
Warsaw,
Ohio Players,
Mo-Dettes,
Au Pairs,
The Moody Blues,
The Busters,
Vladislav Delay,
Bizarre Inc.,
Section 25,
Althea and Donna,
Young Marble Giants,
Jacob Miller,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.