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 Libya and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Hasil Adkins to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Vladislav Delay,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Main Source,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fuzztones,
The Beau Brummels,
Loose Ends,
Spoonie Gee,
Joe Smooth,
Matthew Bourne,
In Retrospect,
Newcleus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The American Breed,
Brand Nubian,
Parry Music,
Sam Rivers,
Suicide,
The Real Kids,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Vogues,
MDC,
Minor Threat,
The Monks,
One Last Wish,
Lightning Bolt,
Sight & Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Underground Resistance,
the Human League,
Stiv Bators,
Boz Scaggs,
Procol Harum,
Kevin Saunderson,
Funkadelic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tubeway Army,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Reed,
ABBA,
Gichy Dan,
Ultravox,
The Index,
U.S. Maple,
Anakelly,
Lucky Dragons,
Harpers Bizarre,
Icehouse,
Basic Channel,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Simply Red,
Lalann,
Popol Vuh,
Pere Ubu,
The Fall,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.