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 Chad and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cluster to the techno 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Janne Schatter,
Adolescents,
Lebanon Hanover,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dead Boys,
Robert Görl,
Gang Green,
Don Cherry,
Barrington Levy,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Reed,
Boredoms,
Fear,
The Dirtbombs,
the Germs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pere Ubu,
Marshall Jefferson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Godley & Creme,
UT,
Bad Manners,
Rapeman,
Roger Hodgson,
Eli Mardock,
Thompson Twins,
The Young Rascals,
Drexciya,
Jeff Lynne,
Tubeway Army,
Tom Boy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Moon,
Ossler,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skarface,
Kurtis Blow,
Sonic Youth,
Morten Harket,
Ultravox,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
La Düsseldorf,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Anakelly,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Technova,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alison Limerick,
Joensuu 1685,
H. Thieme,
Dennis Brown,
Reagan Youth,
Saccharine Trust,
The Neon Judgement,
Cluster,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.