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 Papua New Guinea and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Dave Gahan,
Soulsonic Force,
Roxette,
Section 25,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pagans,
The Skatalites,
Sam Rivers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Slick Rick,
Second Layer,
The Mummies,
Mantronix,
Spandau Ballet,
James White and The Blacks,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Blackbyrds,
Ice-T,
Television Personalities,
Yellowson,
Pantytec,
Bill Near,
Skarface,
Qualms,
Cybotron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Sherman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mark Hollis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Anakelly,
Matthew Bourne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kenny Larkin,
Sound Behaviour,
Index,
Eli Mardock,
Scrapy,
Joy Division,
Donny Hathaway,
Janne Schatter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Godley & Creme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Maurizio,
Nation of Ulysses,
Accadde A,
Black Flag,
The Gladiators,
The Music Machine,
Boz Scaggs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alison Limerick,
Delta 5,
R.M.O.,
The Zeros,
Max Romeo,
Excepter,
Peter and Kerry,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.