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 Saudi Arabia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Gang of Four to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
The Motions,
The Human League,
The Buckinghams,
Kaleidoscope,
8 Eyed Spy,
Guru Guru,
Camberwell Now,
Black Flag,
The Real Kids,
Freddie Wadling,
Joy Division,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Barracudas,
Aloha Tigers,
Kayak,
Second Layer,
Laurel Aitken,
Brothers Johnson,
Aural Exciters,
Ossler,
Pulsallama,
The Durutti Column,
Marmalade,
Whodini,
The Trojans,
Man Parrish,
Nico,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Archie Shepp,
EPMD,
Depeche Mode,
Swell Maps,
The Smoke,
Skarface,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Index,
Crash Course in Science,
Negative Approach,
Camouflage,
Eric Dolphy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Das Ding,
The Fugs,
In Retrospect,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barclay James Harvest,
David Axelrod,
The Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Danielle Patucci,
Adolescents,
World's Most,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minutemen,
Davy DMX,
F. McDonald,
Talk Talk,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.