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 Lesotho and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 X-Ray Spex to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Susan Cadogan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Glenn Branca,
The Names,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sonic Youth,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gladiators,
Zapp,
Babytalk,
Silicon Teens,
UT,
Grauzone,
Liliput,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Public Enemy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Motions,
Yaz,
Michelle Simonal,
The Move,
Roy Ayers,
The Smoke,
Public Image Ltd.,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Wyatt,
Index,
Eric Dolphy,
Schoolly D,
Main Source,
Tim Buckley,
Hasil Adkins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Royal Trux,
Bob Dylan,
The Birthday Party,
Bush Tetras,
Amazonics,
World's Most,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hashim,
Colin Newman,
Toni Rubio,
Sun City Girls,
Suicide,
Deakin,
Depeche Mode,
Matthew Bourne,
Minutemen,
AZ,
The Invisible,
Dave Gahan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hot Snakes,
Cameo,
The Associates,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.