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 Congo and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Echospace to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
D'Angelo,
The Doors,
Althea and Donna,
Quantec,
Minutemen,
The Invisible,
Peter and Kerry,
Main Source,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sound,
Organ,
Spandau Ballet,
Tim Buckley,
Skaos,
Hardrive,
Ronnie Foster,
Sister Nancy,
Radiohead,
Minnie Riperton,
Johnny Osbourne,
Moebius,
Sun City Girls,
Scott Walker,
Pere Ubu,
Bill Wells,
Jerry's Kids,
Oblivians,
This Heat,
Mark Hollis,
Echospace,
AZ,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Essential Logic,
Eden Ahbez,
Howard Jones,
Warren Ellis,
Qualms,
Bootsy Collins,
The American Breed,
DJ Style,
Tom Boy,
Lou Christie,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
ABBA,
T. Rex,
Boz Scaggs,
Ponytail,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Zero Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
Clear Light,
Pylon,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Slits,
Ralphi Rosario,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Flag,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lindisfarne,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.