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 Equatorial Guinea and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Roger Hodgson to the grime 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Steve Hackett,
The Moody Blues,
The Pretty Things,
Main Source,
Mars,
The Busters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Moon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Wake,
Bobby Womack,
Max Romeo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Todd Terry,
Deepchord,
Bizarre Inc.,
Goldenarms,
Tears for Fears,
The Kinks,
The Saints,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wasted Youth,
Section 25,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Easy Going,
Sixth Finger,
Slick Rick,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Neil Young,
The Associates,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Barracudas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Mojo Men,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fela Kuti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Talk Talk,
Dawn Penn,
Nik Kershaw,
Y Pants,
Mantronix,
Electric Prunes,
John Coltrane,
T.S.O.L.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marvin Gaye,
Bill Wells,
The United States of America,
Model 500,
Deakin,
Agent Orange,
FM Einheit,
Funkadelic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
ABBA,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
MDC,
The Velvet Underground,
Echospace,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.