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 Bolivia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nick Fraelich to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Sexual Harrassment,
Severed Heads,
June Days,
Whodini,
Yellowson,
Qualms,
The Dead C,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marc Almond,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Bananas,
Blake Baxter,
Kas Product,
Rapeman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stiv Bators,
Lalo Schifrin,
Michelle Simonal,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang Green,
Moebius,
Lindisfarne,
Roxette,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DNA,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gun Club,
Bad Manners,
A Certain Ratio,
Quadrant,
Fear,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kayak,
Godley & Creme,
Yaz,
The Music Machine,
Mr. Review,
Von Mondo,
Ronnie Foster,
The Modern Lovers,
Angry Samoans,
Sun Ra,
Clear Light,
The American Breed,
Procol Harum,
Warren Ellis,
Henry Cow,
Lightning Bolt,
Howard Jones,
Wings,
Scott Walker,
The Raincoats,
Scan 7,
Average White Band,
Harry Pussy,
The Standells,
Easy Going,
Talk Talk,
T. Rex,
Mark Hollis,
Absolute Body Control,
Brand Nubian,
Junior Murvin,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.