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 Albania and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 Danielle Patucci to the jazz 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Soulsonic Force,
the Normal,
DJ Sneak,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mission of Burma,
Babytalk,
Q and Not U,
Warren Ellis,
Wasted Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Seeds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Golliwogs,
The Blues Magoos,
Ludus,
Technova,
Eric Dolphy,
The Zeros,
Dead Boys,
Can,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Althea and Donna,
Yaz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Adolescents,
The Cowsills,
The Wake,
Connie Case,
LL Cool J,
K-Klass,
Jacques Brel,
Bluetip,
Parry Music,
The Busters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Shoche,
Blancmange,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Pus,
Johnny Clarke,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roxette,
the Fania All-Stars,
ABBA,
Minutemen,
Absolute Body Control,
The Buckinghams,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Depeche Mode,
Harmonia,
Hot Snakes,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Moody Blues,
Bronski Beat,
Letta Mbulu,
Talk Talk,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.