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 Spain and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 Slick Rick to the crunk 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Icehouse,
Schoolly D,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hashim,
Yaz,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ice-T,
Motorama,
Bad Manners,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Radio Birdman,
Joe Smooth,
Yellowson,
The Buckinghams,
X-Ray Spex,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Sherman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Public Enemy,
the Bar-Kays,
Livin' Joy,
Isaac Hayes,
Funky Four + One,
Lightning Bolt,
Reagan Youth,
The Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ituana,
The Slits,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brick,
Fat Boys,
Electric Prunes,
Marine Girls,
This Heat,
Maurizio,
Flipper,
Moebius,
Arthur Verocai,
The Flesh Eaters,
Echospace,
The Fire Engines,
UT,
the Association,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Susan Cadogan,
The Martian,
the Slits,
The Leaves,
Royal Trux,
Radiohead,
Average White Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Second Layer,
Throbbing Gristle,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lee Hazlewood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joey Negro,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.