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 Qatar and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Pet Shop Boys to the techno 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Moss Icon,
Scratch Acid,
T. Rex,
48th St. Collective,
Roger Hodgson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bluetip,
Rod Modell,
The Angels of Light,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-102,
Fat Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kerri Chandler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bauhaus,
The New Christs,
The Residents,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Silicon Teens,
Dennis Brown,
Buzzcocks,
Sun Ra,
Sight & Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Agent Orange,
The Slits,
The Stooges,
Gang Green,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Au Pairs,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed,
Henry Cow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Technova,
the Swans,
Tears for Fears,
Flash Fearless,
Mr. Review,
Massinfluence,
The Beau Brummels,
Ohio Players,
Camouflage,
D'Angelo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Carl Craig,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Boz Scaggs,
Harmonia,
Bill Wells,
Black Bananas,
Suburban Knight,
Eve St. Jones,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.