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 Ukraine and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Laurel Aitken to the techno 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Reed,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dirtbombs,
Audionom,
L. Decosne,
Magazine,
Marmalade,
The Associates,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arthur Verocai,
The Busters,
ABBA,
David Bowie,
Marvin Gaye,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Niagra,
Slave,
Dark Day,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Model 500,
Blancmange,
Jeru the Damaja,
Colin Newman,
The Vogues,
Archie Shepp,
The Last Poets,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Danielle Patucci,
Donny Hathaway,
a-ha,
Zero Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Pere Ubu,
Quantec,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
June of 44,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Bananas,
Sun Ra,
Ituana,
Joyce Sims,
Accadde A,
Isaac Hayes,
Sex Pistols,
Buzzcocks,
the Normal,
Intrusion,
New Age Steppers,
The Durutti Column,
Bronski Beat,
Cal Tjader,
The Selecter,
10cc,
The Raincoats,
The Angels of Light,
X-Ray Spex,
LL Cool J,
Sound Behaviour,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scott Walker,
Dead Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.