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 Vanuatu and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 Alphaville to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Gang of Four,
Negative Approach,
The Slackers,
The J.B.'s,
The Fugs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
T. Rex,
Saccharine Trust,
Bang On A Can,
Darondo,
Television Personalities,
Fela Kuti,
Eden Ahbez,
Aloha Tigers,
Vladislav Delay,
Wolf Eyes,
Gabor Szabo,
Grey Daturas,
Warsaw,
Little Man,
Minnie Riperton,
Simply Red,
Prince Buster,
Arthur Verocai,
Dave Gahan,
Y Pants,
Lyres,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Kinks,
Cameo,
Quantec,
Television,
Ohio Players,
Monks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
cv313,
Alphaville,
Gang Starr,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Monolake,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stetsasonic,
The Walker Brothers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare,
Boogie Down Productions,
Harmonia,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joe Smooth,
Radio Birdman,
Suicide,
Michelle Simonal,
The Pop Group,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.