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 South Sudan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Terry Callier to the dance 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Accadde A,
Bill Wells,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Talk Talk,
Silicon Teens,
Hardrive,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Wyatt,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sister Nancy,
Au Pairs,
Prince Buster,
DJ Sneak,
Soft Machine,
K-Klass,
The Smoke,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Donny Hathaway,
Harmonia,
Nils Olav,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scott Walker,
Scientists,
Radiohead,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Donald Byrd,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Tremeloes,
Todd Rundgren,
Dorothy Ashby,
The New Christs,
Byron Stingily,
Ultravox,
The Fuzztones,
Swell Maps,
Aural Exciters,
The Victims,
Nas,
Underground Resistance,
Amon Düül II,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pere Ubu,
Fad Gadget,
Johnny Clarke,
UT,
Marc Almond,
The Knickerbockers,
Bang On A Can,
Frankie Knuckles,
Moby Grape,
June of 44,
Deadbeat,
Warren Ellis,
Ornette Coleman,
Tears for Fears,
Agitation Free,
ABBA,
X-Ray Spex,
Country Teasers,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.