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 New Zealand and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Motions to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Wire,
Icehouse,
Aloha Tigers,
kango's stein massive,
Outsiders,
Marcia Griffiths,
Darondo,
Tomorrow,
Brand Nubian,
The Move,
Young Marble Giants,
The United States of America,
The Shadows of Knight,
June of 44,
Essential Logic,
the Association,
Todd Terry,
F. McDonald,
Masters at Work,
Todd Rundgren,
Section 25,
Deakin,
Aural Exciters,
Lindisfarne,
Erykah Badu,
Guru Guru,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ossler,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Charles Mingus,
Pantaleimon,
The Music Machine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
David Axelrod,
Suburban Knight,
Pantytec,
Gastr Del Sol,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed,
Talk Talk,
Maurizio,
Agent Orange,
Wings,
Amon Düül,
The Electric Prunes,
Sparks,
The Pretty Things,
Q and Not U,
Procol Harum,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Connie Case,
Nico,
Tommy Roe,
Grey Daturas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Index,
Dave Gahan,
X-Ray Spex,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.