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 Iceland and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lakeside to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Aloha Tigers,
Rites of Spring,
The Birthday Party,
D'Angelo,
Dawn Penn,
The Cure,
Nation of Ulysses,
Saccharine Trust,
Q and Not U,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Coltrane,
Hot Snakes,
Reuben Wilson,
Oblivians,
Banda Bassotti,
Radiopuhelimet,
Althea and Donna,
Hasil Adkins,
Warren Ellis,
Brass Construction,
Steve Hackett,
Traffic Nightmare,
Judy Mowatt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lower 48,
The Fortunes,
FM Einheit,
The Buckinghams,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alphaville,
Bootsy Collins,
Nico,
Peter & Gordon,
T. Rex,
Shuggie Otis,
Ken Boothe,
Dave Gahan,
Swans,
Neil Young,
Yellowson,
Todd Terry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Janne Schatter,
Funky Four + One,
Porter Ricks,
Ultra Naté,
Marc Almond,
Blossom Toes,
Lightning Bolt,
Prince Buster,
The Fire Engines,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Al Stewart,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rekid,
Parry Music,
F. McDonald,
Desert Stars,
The Gap Band,
Grey Daturas,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.