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 Dominica and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 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 Sonny Sharrock to the dance 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Davy DMX,
L. Decosne,
David Bowie,
Joensuu 1685,
Adolescents,
Eden Ahbez,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Susan Cadogan,
Anthony Braxton,
Henry Cow,
Youth Brigade,
Angry Samoans,
Maurizio,
Fat Boys,
Todd Terry,
Intrusion,
David McCallum,
F. McDonald,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Max Romeo,
Swans,
Sparks,
Duran Duran,
Royal Trux,
The Smoke,
Neu!,
Black Pus,
Unwound,
Cluster,
Arab on Radar,
Marmalade,
Minny Pops,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Index,
The Monochrome Set,
The Moody Blues,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sex Pistols,
Unrelated Segments,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Reed,
Colin Newman,
The Toasters,
Inner City,
Gerry Rafferty,
Public Image Ltd.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pagans,
Al Stewart,
Flash Fearless,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Trojans,
The Zeros,
Bronski Beat,
Theoretical Girls,
Franke,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Suburban Knight,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.