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 Laos and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eddi Front to the electroclash 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Ken Boothe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Toni Rubio,
The Mojo Men,
Barclay James Harvest,
OOIOO,
Adolescents,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sugar Minott,
Bush Tetras,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Christie,
Severed Heads,
a-ha,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cheater Slicks,
Bauhaus,
Sister Nancy,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Music Machine,
Magazine,
Alice Coltrane,
The Dead C,
Jeff Lynne,
Eden Ahbez,
Clear Light,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fela Kuti,
Newcleus,
Unwound,
Porter Ricks,
The Searchers,
Steve Hackett,
Index,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Television,
Hoover,
The Last Poets,
Deepchord,
Make Up,
The Fugs,
La Düsseldorf,
Sällskapet,
The Golliwogs,
Brothers Johnson,
Delta 5,
Lindisfarne,
Stereo Dub,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fire Engines,
Ornette Coleman,
Sex Pistols,
Black Moon,
Mad Mike,
The Litter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Bananas,
Eddi Front,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.