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 Angola and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 D'Angelo to the grime 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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Sister Nancy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Patti Smith,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amazonics,
The Busters,
Excepter,
Spandau Ballet,
Essential Logic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Parry Music,
The Gun Club,
Robert Wyatt,
the Sonics,
Slick Rick,
The Music Machine,
Half Japanese,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fire Engines,
Gang of Four,
Barbara Tucker,
Bizarre Inc.,
The United States of America,
Anakelly,
The Black Dice,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radio Birdman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Todd Terry,
The Happenings,
Jandek,
Little Man,
Judy Mowatt,
Simply Red,
Severed Heads,
Dave Gahan,
John Foxx,
Vainqueur,
Deakin,
Davy DMX,
Yellowson,
The Fortunes,
La Düsseldorf,
Procol Harum,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sexual Harrassment,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scrapy,
The Residents,
Maleditus Sound,
Janne Schatter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Man Parrish,
Ultravox,
Neu!,
Monks,
Bronski Beat,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.