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 Seychelles and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba 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 Gerry Rafferty to the disco 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Amon Düül,
The Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
Tubeway Army,
Davy DMX,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Television,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Newcleus,
Porter Ricks,
The Durutti Column,
Soul Sonic Force,
La Düsseldorf,
Lindisfarne,
Rod Modell,
Mr. Review,
Spandau Ballet,
Bad Manners,
Quando Quango,
Country Teasers,
The Techniques,
Monks,
The Fall,
Albert Ayler,
Nik Kershaw,
Freddie Wadling,
Blancmange,
Rosa Yemen,
Boredoms,
Dead Boys,
John Foxx,
A Certain Ratio,
Dennis Brown,
Shuggie Otis,
Althea and Donna,
Popol Vuh,
Rufus Thomas,
Zero Boys,
Man Parrish,
Colin Newman,
Ten City,
Ludus,
Fugazi,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tim Buckley,
Spoonie Gee,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lakeside,
Drexciya,
The Slits,
Black Sheep,
Metal Thangz,
Warsaw,
Marshall Jefferson,
X-Ray Spex,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.