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 Ghana and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Crispian St. Peters to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cowsills,
Boz Scaggs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Altered Images,
Essential Logic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Excepter,
Letta Mbulu,
Terry Callier,
Circle Jerks,
Chris & Cosey,
Supertramp,
Bobby Womack,
Blake Baxter,
Donald Byrd,
The Walker Brothers,
Faust,
Dark Day,
Cluster,
F. McDonald,
Lou Christie,
Jeru the Damaja,
Swell Maps,
Zero Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vladislav Delay,
Masters at Work,
Junior Murvin,
Iggy Pop,
Godley & Creme,
The Fire Engines,
Yellowson,
Deadbeat,
The Gap Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dawn Penn,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Al Stewart,
Theoretical Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brick,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Techniques,
Banda Bassotti,
Babytalk,
Jerry's Kids,
David Axelrod,
T. Rex,
The Moody Blues,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dead Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Franke,
Bad Manners,
Tubeway Army,
Soul II Soul,
Slick Rick,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.