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 Angola and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Roger Hodgson to the disco 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Vladislav Delay,
Rosa Yemen,
Inner City,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Technova,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jeff Lynne,
The Barracudas,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Sherman,
Nik Kershaw,
Youth Brigade,
Aswad,
David McCallum,
Lalann,
David Bowie,
The Durutti Column,
Boredoms,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kenny Larkin,
The Selecter,
Black Bananas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mr. Review,
Harpers Bizarre,
Shoche,
Robert Wyatt,
Gastr Del Sol,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bob Dylan,
Robert Görl,
Bluetip,
Agent Orange,
Young Marble Giants,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Quadrant,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rites of Spring,
Crime,
Pantytec,
Tomorrow,
Fad Gadget,
Subhumans,
Zapp,
Ultravox,
John Lydon,
Nick Fraelich,
Groovy Waters,
Amon Düül II,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minor Threat,
Jawbox,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Leonard Cohen,
Tom Boy,
The Slackers,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.