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 Turkmenistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Blancmange 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman 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?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gun Club,
The Cramps,
Wasted Youth,
Monks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crash Course in Science,
ABC,
Porter Ricks,
Livin' Joy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Glambeats Corp.,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fortunes,
The Star Department,
The Gladiators,
Vainqueur,
Agitation Free,
Junior Murvin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Swell Maps,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rapeman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
James White and The Blacks,
Dave Gahan,
Ultravox,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric Copeland,
Piero Umiliani,
Pole,
Drive Like Jehu,
DJ Style,
The Angels of Light,
Q65,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Golliwogs,
Faraquet,
Buzzcocks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Visage,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Warren Ellis,
Johnny Clarke,
Flamin' Groovies,
Niagra,
Clear Light,
Das Ding,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Index,
Mad Mike,
Sound Behaviour,
Lower 48,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mantronix,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.