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 El Salvador and from Paris.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin 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 Television Personalities to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Letta Mbulu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brass Construction,
Lakeside,
Harmonia,
Glenn Branca,
Black Pus,
Black Flag,
Mandrill,
The Human League,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Charles Mingus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rod Modell,
David McCallum,
Gastr Del Sol,
Los Fastidios,
Sun City Girls,
Masters at Work,
Nik Kershaw,
Tres Demented,
Panda Bear,
Gong,
The Angels of Light,
Faust,
Don Cherry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bad Manners,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Desert Stars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dawn Penn,
Jandek,
Interpol,
Lou Reed,
Harpers Bizarre,
Throbbing Gristle,
PIL,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Swell Maps,
MDC,
Mad Mike,
Dennis Brown,
K-Klass,
Michelle Simonal,
Todd Rundgren,
The Litter,
Johnny Clarke,
The Searchers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lower 48,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grandmaster Flash,
Grauzone,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Five Americans,
Joey Negro,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.