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 Norway and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Fela Kuti to the crunk 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Thompson Twins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Black Dice,
Royal Trux,
Gang of Four,
R.M.O.,
Matthew Bourne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nils Olav,
Eric B and Rakim,
Henry Cow,
Inner City,
Harmonia,
The Dave Clark Five,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Barracudas,
Warsaw,
The Wake,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
These Immortal Souls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roxette,
Agent Orange,
John Coltrane,
The Leaves,
Cymande,
Rosa Yemen,
Robert Wyatt,
The Monochrome Set,
Sonic Youth,
Oblivians,
MC5,
John Foxx,
Gang Starr,
Roxy Music,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scientists,
Neil Young,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Misunderstood,
Arab on Radar,
Kerri Chandler,
Quando Quango,
the Sonics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camouflage,
Matthew Halsall,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Association,
Jacques Brel,
Donny Hathaway,
Ronnie Foster,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Swans,
The Music Machine,
Au Pairs,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.