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 Hungary 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Sound to the disco 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Dave Gahan,
New Order,
The Fugs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fatback Band,
Rod Modell,
OOIOO,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nirvana,
Japan,
Pagans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aural Exciters,
B.T. Express,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
T. Rex,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gories,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Stooges,
Ultravox,
The Dave Clark Five,
Laurel Aitken,
Minutemen,
Amon Düül,
Cymande,
Goldenarms,
Newcleus,
Harmonia,
The Raincoats,
Joey Negro,
Pantaleimon,
Magazine,
Pantytec,
Bang On A Can,
Sun Ra,
Radio Birdman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Detroit Cobras,
Das Ding,
Throbbing Gristle,
T.S.O.L.,
the Soft Cell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deepchord,
Rufus Thomas,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Offenders,
Hasil Adkins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pole,
The Cure,
Sparks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pet Shop Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
Henry Cow,
The Doors,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.