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 Tajikistan and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Foxx to the disco 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Groovy Waters,
Fluxion,
John Holt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Matthew Bourne,
Donald Byrd,
Roy Ayers,
Joe Finger,
The Birthday Party,
EPMD,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tommy Roe,
Guru Guru,
Archie Shepp,
The Black Dice,
Faraquet,
Gichy Dan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hot Snakes,
Chris & Cosey,
Reagan Youth,
Grauzone,
Peter & Gordon,
The Modern Lovers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hashim,
The Dirtbombs,
The Moleskins,
The Barracudas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eddi Front,
Pantytec,
A Certain Ratio,
Leonard Cohen,
D'Angelo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soulsonic Force,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Andrew Hill,
Camberwell Now,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sarah Menescal,
The Count Five,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rufus Thomas,
Thompson Twins,
Sixth Finger,
Sandy B,
Schoolly D,
Clear Light,
The J.B.'s,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Byrd,
Soft Cell,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Smiths,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rotary Connection,
Popol Vuh,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.