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 Poland and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Massinfluence to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Normal,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Grass Roots,
F. McDonald,
Flipper,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Selecter,
Lindisfarne,
Thee Headcoats,
Nation of Ulysses,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cybotron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Busters,
Joensuu 1685,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scott Walker,
Ponytail,
Duran Duran,
Graham Central Station,
The Standells,
Charles Mingus,
Tomorrow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bronski Beat,
Young Marble Giants,
Kevin Saunderson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ice-T,
Slave,
Matthew Bourne,
PIL,
Ituana,
Lyres,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Babytalk,
Sixth Finger,
E-Dancer,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Harry Pussy,
Silicon Teens,
Jacob Miller,
Eric Dolphy,
Symarip,
Interpol,
Japan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grauzone,
Leonard Cohen,
Soulsonic Force,
Girls At Our Best!,
David Axelrod,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Laurel Aitken,
FM Einheit,
New York Dolls,
Sparks,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.