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 Mauritius and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 John Holt to the dance 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Hardrive,
Chris & Cosey,
Joensuu 1685,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quadrant,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terrestrial Tones,
Morten Harket,
Patti Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cameo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Zeros,
Grey Daturas,
Tommy Roe,
Bang On A Can,
June of 44,
Vainqueur,
Fela Kuti,
Chrome,
Pantytec,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wally Richardson,
Erykah Badu,
Piero Umiliani,
Goldenarms,
Reagan Youth,
Motorama,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ponytail,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fatback Band,
Joy Division,
Danielle Patucci,
Fugazi,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marmalade,
Flipper,
The Gap Band,
Bronski Beat,
Arcadia,
John Holt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Metal Thangz,
Crime,
Lyres,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Can,
Camberwell Now,
Dual Sessions,
Dennis Brown,
David Bowie,
Pole,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mad Mike,
Circle Jerks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Organ,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.