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 Nigeria and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Moebius to the dance 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Buzzcocks,
The Birthday Party,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gladiators,
The Raincoats,
Terry Callier,
Fat Boys,
Shoche,
Ultimate Spinach,
Quadrant,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Robert Görl,
Steve Hackett,
The Flesh Eaters,
Technova,
The Cramps,
The Beau Brummels,
Circle Jerks,
CMW,
Q65,
Mantronix,
Angry Samoans,
48th St. Collective,
Sugar Minott,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barry Ungar,
Section 25,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Silicon Teens,
Iggy Pop,
Mandrill,
The Pretty Things,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cameo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bootsy Collins,
Bad Manners,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Massinfluence,
Brothers Johnson,
Kas Product,
the Slits,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Siglo XX,
The Knickerbockers,
Nick Fraelich,
X-102,
Index,
Todd Rundgren,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lucky Dragons,
The Five Americans,
The Litter,
Suicide,
Traffic Nightmare,
Faust,
Bauhaus,
L. Decosne,
The Trojans,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.