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 Tunisia and from Halifax.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 MDC to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Little Man,
Inner City,
Niagra,
H. Thieme,
Roger Hodgson,
Guru Guru,
Visage,
The Walker Brothers,
Ituana,
Infiniti,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kurtis Blow,
Howard Jones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
T. Rex,
The Music Machine,
Sam Rivers,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Index,
Brothers Johnson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hoover,
Pantytec,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wire,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scott Walker,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kerri Chandler,
Crispy Ambulance,
Talk Talk,
Television,
The Monks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultravox,
John Lydon,
Pussy Galore,
Young Marble Giants,
Bad Manners,
Colin Newman,
Zapp,
Absolute Body Control,
The Blues Magoos,
Marine Girls,
Dark Day,
Bill Near,
Echospace,
World's Most,
Joyce Sims,
Anakelly,
Aloha Tigers,
The Black Dice,
Banda Bassotti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Vogues,
The Smoke,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.