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 Bahamas 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the funk 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Visage,
Blossom Toes,
Gabor Szabo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stiv Bators,
ABC,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Josef K,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Q65,
Tubeway Army,
The Modern Lovers,
Darondo,
The Seeds,
Sugar Minott,
The Monochrome Set,
Cheater Slicks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rosa Yemen,
Faust,
UT,
AZ,
Letta Mbulu,
Boz Scaggs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ten City,
the Association,
The Knickerbockers,
Moss Icon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sun Ra,
Hot Snakes,
Easy Going,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jacques Brel,
Eddi Front,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Hood,
Althea and Donna,
The Star Department,
The United States of America,
Mo-Dettes,
Roy Ayers,
The American Breed,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Womack,
Sarah Menescal,
Section 25,
Blake Baxter,
The Buckinghams,
the Bar-Kays,
Heaven 17,
Mr. Review,
Eve St. Jones,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.