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 Libya and from Lyon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sisters of Mercy to the rock 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Hardrive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Names,
Maleditus Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Suburban Knight,
Thee Headcoats,
Bluetip,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The United States of America,
Von Mondo,
Black Moon,
Cecil Taylor,
Depeche Mode,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dual Sessions,
Marine Girls,
Fear,
Blossom Toes,
Al Stewart,
Funky Four + One,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ossler,
Severed Heads,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeff Mills,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Zero Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Trojans,
The Divine Comedy,
Isaac Hayes,
Can,
Stetsasonic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Outsiders,
Pantaleimon,
Fad Gadget,
Animal Collective,
Pere Ubu,
Visage,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Popol Vuh,
Chris & Cosey,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roy Ayers,
T.S.O.L.,
Chrome,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Real Kids,
Erykah Badu,
The Gap Band,
OOIOO,
Buzzcocks,
Harry Pussy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.