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 Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 New Order to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
The Red Krayola,
Sixth Finger,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Idris Muhammad,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brass Construction,
Radiohead,
Pierre Henry,
The Moody Blues,
The Star Department,
Sam Rivers,
Howard Jones,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gladiators,
the Bar-Kays,
Lower 48,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang Gang Dance,
Essential Logic,
The Five Americans,
The Real Kids,
R.M.O.,
Terry Callier,
Lou Christie,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Al Stewart,
The Sound,
Accadde A,
Darondo,
Wings,
Loose Ends,
Technova,
Nico,
Jacques Brel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sex Pistols,
Quadrant,
Masters at Work,
The Walker Brothers,
Slave,
Agent Orange,
Rites of Spring,
Little Man,
Glenn Branca,
DJ Sneak,
The Tremeloes,
Fear,
Thompson Twins,
Scott Walker,
10cc,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wire,
Grandmaster Flash,
David McCallum,
Anakelly,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.