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 Belize and from Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nils Olav to the punk 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
The Fortunes,
Ponytail,
Audionom,
Surgeon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nico,
Roger Hodgson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pussy Galore,
Scrapy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fuzztones,
Infiniti,
Eddi Front,
Sun City Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brick,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Names,
Average White Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ken Boothe,
The Gap Band,
Excepter,
Lakeside,
The Litter,
The Cure,
The Young Rascals,
Bluetip,
The Tremeloes,
This Heat,
The Searchers,
B.T. Express,
The Fall,
Hashim,
Man Parrish,
T.S.O.L.,
Outsiders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Velvet Underground,
Tomorrow,
Intrusion,
Oblivians,
Erasure,
EPMD,
Sister Nancy,
Crash Course in Science,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dave Gahan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
Index,
Ituana,
Wolf Eyes,
UT,
The Zeros,
Yazoo,
Con Funk Shun,
Skarface,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.