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 Colombia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
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 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 Donald Fagen 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 Hasil Adkins to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Los Fastidios,
In Retrospect,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joey Negro,
Funky Four + One,
The Knickerbockers,
Circle Jerks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scan 7,
Infiniti,
Reagan Youth,
Amon Düül,
Loose Ends,
Leonard Cohen,
Popol Vuh,
The Divine Comedy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Germs,
New Age Steppers,
Grauzone,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marc Almond,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mo-Dettes,
Jerry's Kids,
The Kinks,
Dave Gahan,
The Cramps,
Agent Orange,
Eric Copeland,
Heaven 17,
The Fortunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Matthew Halsall,
Wire,
Colin Newman,
Excepter,
Newcleus,
Nirvana,
Idris Muhammad,
The Names,
Depeche Mode,
Andrew Hill,
Rakim,
Deadbeat,
The Real Kids,
Little Man,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultimate Spinach,
UT,
B.T. Express,
Alison Limerick,
Peter & Gordon,
The Walker Brothers,
R.M.O.,
Fad Gadget,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Severed Heads,
Soft Cell,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.