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 Andorra and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Alphaville 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Erasure,
The Doobie Brothers,
Loose Ends,
Reagan Youth,
Alton Ellis,
Brothers Johnson,
Schoolly D,
Suburban Knight,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Main Source,
Jerry's Kids,
Excepter,
Warren Ellis,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Starr,
Babytalk,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quadrant,
Bizarre Inc.,
Echospace,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Raincoats,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barrington Levy,
Black Moon,
Robert Wyatt,
JFA,
Pere Ubu,
Bauhaus,
Sight & Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barbara Tucker,
New York Dolls,
Brand Nubian,
Throbbing Gristle,
Easy Going,
PIL,
Moby Grape,
Gang of Four,
The Offenders,
B.T. Express,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joensuu 1685,
The Victims,
The Gun Club,
Kerri Chandler,
Leonard Cohen,
Camouflage,
Accadde A,
Gichy Dan,
Liliput,
Eli Mardock,
Althea and Donna,
Zapp,
Mad Mike,
Ohio Players,
Black Bananas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bad Manners,
Marvin Gaye,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.