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 Hungary and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
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 mellotron 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Matthew Bourne,
Susan Cadogan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tears for Fears,
Bizarre Inc.,
Franke,
Rapeman,
Metal Thangz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Beau Brummels,
Cameo,
New Order,
Bill Near,
The Modern Lovers,
Sex Pistols,
Robert Wyatt,
Dawn Penn,
Yaz,
Masters at Work,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Parry Music,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Womack,
Angry Samoans,
Johnny Clarke,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Pus,
Siglo XX,
Ice-T,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Dave Clark Five,
DJ Sneak,
Roxy Music,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Divine Comedy,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Sheep,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Five Americans,
Pagans,
10cc,
Simply Red,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Underground Resistance,
Lower 48,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fuzztones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Letta Mbulu,
Flamin' Groovies,
T.S.O.L.,
Y Pants,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gong,
Visage,
Rotary Connection,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tom Boy,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.