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 Swaziland and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe 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 Fluxion to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alice Coltrane,
The Wake,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gories,
Flash Fearless,
Absolute Body Control,
cv313,
Rapeman,
Mantronix,
Eli Mardock,
The Searchers,
One Last Wish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Derrick Morgan,
Jacob Miller,
Donald Byrd,
China Crisis,
MC5,
The Gap Band,
Roger Hodgson,
The Techniques,
The Monks,
Arthur Verocai,
Erykah Badu,
The American Breed,
Morten Harket,
Thee Headcoats,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dead Boys,
Joe Smooth,
Agent Orange,
F. McDonald,
Royal Trux,
The J.B.'s,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Reuben Wilson,
Pagans,
The Leaves,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rosa Yemen,
Fluxion,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Moleskins,
The Black Dice,
Davy DMX,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Slits,
Kayak,
Skarface,
Nils Olav,
Arab on Radar,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Khruangbin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Blackbyrds,
Jandek,
Little Man,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, 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.