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 Swaziland and from Madrid.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Michelle Simonal to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Roxy Music,
Curtis Mayfield,
Derrick May,
Man Eating Sloth,
X-Ray Spex,
Henry Cow,
Godley & Creme,
Archie Shepp,
the Soft Cell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blossom Toes,
Tubeway Army,
The Gories,
Pierre Henry,
The Monochrome Set,
cv313,
Letta Mbulu,
Section 25,
Cheater Slicks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ohio Players,
Second Layer,
Sarah Menescal,
Lyres,
Matthew Bourne,
The Monks,
Talk Talk,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pantytec,
LL Cool J,
The Last Poets,
June of 44,
Soft Machine,
The Fortunes,
Grauzone,
Echospace,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Procol Harum,
The Gladiators,
Joe Finger,
Q and Not U,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Popol Vuh,
The Fire Engines,
Symarip,
Index,
Dave Gahan,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
One Last Wish,
Wings,
Das Ding,
Inner City,
Sparks,
The Blackbyrds,
Jacob Miller,
Main Source,
Excepter,
The Count Five,
Guru Guru,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.