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 Ethiopia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Tres Demented to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Letta Mbulu,
Magma,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fortunes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Godley & Creme,
Sun City Girls,
Theoretical Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
Peter & Gordon,
The Neon Judgement,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Country Teasers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dave Gahan,
FM Einheit,
Nik Kershaw,
Liliput,
Bobby Byrd,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Radiohead,
Cymande,
Joey Negro,
Zapp,
Fatback Band,
Josef K,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang Starr,
Minnie Riperton,
Underground Resistance,
Aural Exciters,
Dawn Penn,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tommy Roe,
Jerry's Kids,
Harpers Bizarre,
David Bowie,
June Days,
Charles Mingus,
Al Stewart,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Normal,
The Saints,
Ronan,
Nirvana,
Oblivians,
Drexciya,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Public Enemy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joy Division,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Durutti Column,
Essential Logic,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.