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 Nicaragua and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Accadde A to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Stetsasonic,
Albert Ayler,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
a-ha,
Erasure,
The Modern Lovers,
Banda Bassotti,
Agent Orange,
Slick Rick,
Quando Quango,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cramps,
James White and The Blacks,
The Martian,
Jeff Lynne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barry Ungar,
The Fire Engines,
the Association,
Desert Stars,
F. McDonald,
T. Rex,
Fear,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Associates,
Lungfish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Youth Brigade,
The Raincoats,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Smog,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eve St. Jones,
Harmonia,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bad Manners,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joey Negro,
Tropical Tobacco,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moby Grape,
Judy Mowatt,
Heaven 17,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rod Modell,
The Moleskins,
Wolf Eyes,
Public Enemy,
Dawn Penn,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Vogues,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.