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 Mauritius and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jeff Lynne to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang Green,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soft Cell,
Schoolly D,
Cal Tjader,
PIL,
Jerry's Kids,
New Order,
Lyres,
X-Ray Spex,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Pus,
CMW,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Vladislav Delay,
Brothers Johnson,
The Golliwogs,
Mandrill,
Grey Daturas,
E-Dancer,
David McCallum,
Los Fastidios,
Flipper,
Slave,
Lucky Dragons,
Can,
Morten Harket,
The Star Department,
Talk Talk,
Hashim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Associates,
Roy Ayers,
Malaria!,
Organ,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DNA,
Gil Scott Heron,
Monolake,
Livin' Joy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Zapp,
OOIOO,
B.T. Express,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Index,
kango's stein massive,
The Blues Magoos,
MDC,
H. Thieme,
Eric B and Rakim,
LL Cool J,
Brass Construction,
Altered Images,
Spoonie Gee,
Janne Schatter,
F. McDonald,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.