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 India and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Guru Guru,
The Slackers,
Television Personalities,
The Human League,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Grass Roots,
John Lydon,
Visage,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cymande,
Black Bananas,
Yusef Lateef,
Boredoms,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marc Almond,
Saccharine Trust,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lyres,
Howard Jones,
Ronan,
Eddi Front,
The Monochrome Set,
Simply Red,
the Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Harmonia,
Ultravox,
X-102,
Throbbing Gristle,
UT,
Sound Behaviour,
Deadbeat,
The Mojo Men,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
E-Dancer,
The Move,
The Sonics,
Steve Hackett,
The Zeros,
Tears for Fears,
The Slits,
Sugar Minott,
The Smoke,
Crispian St. Peters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quantec,
Brand Nubian,
Pole,
The Beau Brummels,
Rites of Spring,
Camberwell Now,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
cv313,
Suicide,
Robert Wyatt,
Heaven 17,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeff Lynne,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.