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 Algeria and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Steve Hackett to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
PIL,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pantaleimon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Dirtbombs,
Byron Stingily,
The Vogues,
Agent Orange,
The Zeros,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arcadia,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Can,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David Bowie,
John Lydon,
Eddi Front,
New Age Steppers,
Chris & Cosey,
Eden Ahbez,
Tom Boy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Walker Brothers,
Pere Ubu,
Bang On A Can,
Lightning Bolt,
Kas Product,
Nirvana,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Johnny Clarke,
Parry Music,
Loose Ends,
The Residents,
Minnie Riperton,
The Grass Roots,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Icehouse,
Basic Channel,
Jandek,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wasted Youth,
Dead Boys,
Deakin,
Al Stewart,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Monochrome Set,
Fat Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
Make Up,
The Slackers,
The J.B.'s,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
OOIOO,
Skarface,
Babytalk,
Althea and Donna,
Soul II Soul,
EPMD,
Index,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.