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 Liechtenstein and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
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 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 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 Erasure to the rock 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
kango's stein massive,
Y Pants,
Quando Quango,
Nick Fraelich,
Main Source,
Rod Modell,
OOIOO,
Soul II Soul,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Real Kids,
Sparks,
Bob Dylan,
Outsiders,
Leonard Cohen,
Pagans,
Monks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
L. Decosne,
Nils Olav,
Con Funk Shun,
Man Parrish,
The Sonics,
Sexual Harrassment,
Johnny Clarke,
The Mummies,
The Busters,
The New Christs,
Half Japanese,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
E-Dancer,
Quadrant,
the Slits,
Shoche,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Guru Guru,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scion,
Steve Hackett,
Eric Dolphy,
Connie Case,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fortunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deadbeat,
Byron Stingily,
Roger Hodgson,
Loose Ends,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lower 48,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fat Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barbara Tucker,
Bluetip,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Victims,
Terry Callier,
Donald Byrd,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.