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 China and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Prince Buster to the grunge 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dave Gahan,
MC5,
Aloha Tigers,
Banda Bassotti,
Pierre Henry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Malaria!,
Sam Rivers,
Glenn Branca,
Spandau Ballet,
Pere Ubu,
The Pretty Things,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Slick Rick,
Shuggie Otis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nico,
Johnny Clarke,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Basic Channel,
The Knickerbockers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Electric Prunes,
Kerri Chandler,
Donald Byrd,
Japan,
Heaven 17,
PIL,
Delta 5,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kool Moe Dee,
Au Pairs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eric Dolphy,
Jerry's Kids,
Warsaw,
Max Romeo,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultravox,
The Last Poets,
The Vogues,
The Remains,
Q and Not U,
Avey Tare,
Arab on Radar,
Fear,
Kas Product,
Cal Tjader,
The Invisible,
Fat Boys,
The Gories,
Freddie Wadling,
The Buckinghams,
The Moleskins,
Pussy Galore,
Michelle Simonal,
Adolescents,
Goldenarms,
The Golliwogs,
Cybotron,
T. Rex,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.