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 Panama and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dawn Penn to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Television,
Joe Finger,
Lakeside,
Steve Hackett,
The J.B.'s,
Rites of Spring,
Whodini,
Little Man,
Cameo,
David Bowie,
Interpol,
Bobby Byrd,
Gastr Del Sol,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Henry Cow,
Kaleidoscope,
Jacob Miller,
The Doors,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eric Dolphy,
Altered Images,
Scion,
Stereo Dub,
Supertramp,
Fatback Band,
Delta 5,
Hot Snakes,
Todd Terry,
Aural Exciters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Human League,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Arcadia,
Sugar Minott,
Rod Modell,
Subhumans,
Oblivians,
Jandek,
Eli Mardock,
Tropical Tobacco,
Siglo XX,
Grauzone,
K-Klass,
Spandau Ballet,
Franke,
The Star Department,
Goldenarms,
Ten City,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Trojans,
John Holt,
The Associates,
Hashim,
Faraquet,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.