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 Taiwan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Robert Palmer 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 China Crisis to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Reagan Youth,
Nico,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brass Construction,
Flipper,
Organ,
Derrick Morgan,
The Saints,
Electric Prunes,
Todd Rundgren,
Harmonia,
the Slits,
Gang Gang Dance,
AZ,
Von Mondo,
The Invisible,
Easy Going,
Soulsonic Force,
Andrew Hill,
Public Enemy,
Bob Dylan,
Quantec,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rosa Yemen,
The Searchers,
Boredoms,
Bad Manners,
The Sonics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Neon Judgement,
Infiniti,
Mandrill,
Tears for Fears,
The Sound,
Grauzone,
Pylon,
The Pop Group,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bang On A Can,
Man Parrish,
Sound Behaviour,
Delon & Dalcan,
Monks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kerri Chandler,
The Knickerbockers,
Hashim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moby Grape,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Girls At Our Best!,
PIL,
Procol Harum,
Wolf Eyes,
Monolake,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bauhaus,
Das Ding,
Tubeway Army,
Ralphi Rosario,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.