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 Antigua and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Agitation Free to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Kool Moe Dee,
Godley & Creme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
One Last Wish,
The Music Machine,
Masters at Work,
Unwound,
Dave Gahan,
This Heat,
Fear,
ABC,
Sun City Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Icehouse,
Connie Case,
Derrick May,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Germs,
Talk Talk,
Panda Bear,
The Fugs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang Green,
Quando Quango,
Lou Christie,
Peter and Kerry,
Oblivians,
Malaria!,
Joy Division,
Anakelly,
Bobby Sherman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soft Machine,
Glambeats Corp.,
Radio Birdman,
Japan,
Roxette,
Animal Collective,
Alice Coltrane,
Barbara Tucker,
Faraquet,
Inner City,
Lyres,
Ossler,
Sex Pistols,
Cybotron,
Ludus,
Roy Ayers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yellowson,
F. McDonald,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
June of 44,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Pus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alison Limerick,
Hashim,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.