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 Sri Lanka and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Real Kids to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
UT,
The Selecter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nick Fraelich,
Agitation Free,
Lakeside,
Minor Threat,
Ultravox,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Peter & Gordon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
June Days,
Todd Rundgren,
Flipper,
Magma,
The Martian,
Magazine,
Aaron Thompson,
Q and Not U,
Derrick Morgan,
Second Layer,
Robert Hood,
Bluetip,
Basic Channel,
Schoolly D,
Radiohead,
The Pop Group,
The Zeros,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Moon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mo-Dettes,
Patti Smith,
John Holt,
Derrick May,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Q65,
Kenny Larkin,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sonics,
Essential Logic,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Byrd,
Barrington Levy,
Henry Cow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hasil Adkins,
Minutemen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Arcadia,
Newcleus,
The Fugs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Skarface,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Christie,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Pretty Things,
Niagra,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.