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 Burundi and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
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 harpsichord 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Sonic Youth,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Durutti Column,
Peter and Kerry,
New Order,
Television Personalities,
Severed Heads,
the Bar-Kays,
Sexual Harrassment,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Youth Brigade,
The Sonics,
Tears for Fears,
June of 44,
In Retrospect,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Flag,
Robert Hood,
Jeff Mills,
Depeche Mode,
Rekid,
Visage,
Model 500,
Funky Four + One,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lungfish,
Public Enemy,
Minutemen,
This Heat,
Wally Richardson,
The Blues Magoos,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eurythmics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Au Pairs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cheater Slicks,
Dark Day,
David McCallum,
Nik Kershaw,
Marc Almond,
Mantronix,
Sugar Minott,
Pierre Henry,
Von Mondo,
The Slits,
Prince Buster,
Nas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lower 48,
Shuggie Otis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
D'Angelo,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gap Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stiv Bators,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.