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 Montenegro and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Dennis Brown to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Deepchord,
Juan Atkins,
Soul II Soul,
Kurtis Blow,
Wally Richardson,
Mark Hollis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Morten Harket,
Lower 48,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cheater Slicks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Walker Brothers,
Ice-T,
Matthew Halsall,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Christie,
The Last Poets,
Interpol,
Mo-Dettes,
Electric Prunes,
Tres Demented,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cramps,
The Seeds,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter & Gordon,
MC5,
Gichy Dan,
Sun City Girls,
The Index,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aaron Thompson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tears for Fears,
The Knickerbockers,
Bush Tetras,
Hardrive,
Fear,
The Residents,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ituana,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dave Gahan,
Boz Scaggs,
Soulsonic Force,
Roxette,
The Gun Club,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Sherman,
Country Teasers,
Pole,
Simply Red,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Buckinghams,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mission of Burma,
Harry Pussy,
Monolake,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ponytail,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.