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 Seoul.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Soulsonic Force to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Country Teasers,
F. McDonald,
New Age Steppers,
DNA,
Jeff Lynne,
Ten City,
48th St. Collective,
Average White Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wally Richardson,
Grey Daturas,
Erykah Badu,
Pantaleimon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mojo Men,
Nico,
Pierre Henry,
Rosa Yemen,
The Associates,
The American Breed,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Moody Blues,
Tom Boy,
Junior Murvin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barbara Tucker,
Rotary Connection,
Oblivians,
The Vogues,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Green,
Man Parrish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ken Boothe,
Barrington Levy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
R.M.O.,
The Modern Lovers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jawbox,
Television,
Desert Stars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Circle Jerks,
Barry Ungar,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Youth Brigade,
Agent Orange,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Terry Callier,
Amon Düül,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultravox,
E-Dancer,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.