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 Palau and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Robert Palmer 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 Godley & Creme to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Juan Atkins,
DJ Sneak,
T.S.O.L.,
Pantytec,
Black Flag,
Tropical Tobacco,
Interpol,
Minor Threat,
Desert Stars,
Terry Callier,
Boz Scaggs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aloha Tigers,
Infiniti,
Index,
Scientists,
Heaven 17,
Warren Ellis,
Rufus Thomas,
Peter and Kerry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Slits,
Bronski Beat,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Victims,
Massinfluence,
Marshall Jefferson,
Peter & Gordon,
The Smiths,
Faraquet,
Eric Dolphy,
Ossler,
KRS-One,
Derrick May,
Avey Tare,
The Alarm Clocks,
Adolescents,
The Red Krayola,
Au Pairs,
Cal Tjader,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Barracudas,
The Monks,
Harry Pussy,
Howard Jones,
Neu!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joensuu 1685,
The Misunderstood,
Siglo XX,
June Days,
The Dirtbombs,
Mad Mike,
Black Pus,
Model 500,
Steve Hackett,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.