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 Tonga and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin 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 Kaleidoscope to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Walker Brothers,
Albert Ayler,
Scientists,
Marcia Griffiths,
Connie Case,
Mission of Burma,
Althea and Donna,
Fugazi,
Yazoo,
Laurel Aitken,
Joy Division,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Adolescents,
Sun Ra,
Patti Smith,
Rakim,
X-101,
Suicide,
Rapeman,
Minny Pops,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bronski Beat,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Human League,
Mandrill,
The Fortunes,
Little Man,
Rod Modell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Cale,
Porter Ricks,
Avey Tare,
Essential Logic,
Public Enemy,
Brass Construction,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Swell Maps,
The Slits,
Sister Nancy,
Aloha Tigers,
Lyres,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
The Happenings,
The Angels of Light,
The Grass Roots,
John Foxx,
Radiopuhelimet,
Harmonia,
Mantronix,
Fear,
Maurizio,
Sex Pistols,
Freddie Wadling,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Pop Group,
Black Pus,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.