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 Turkey and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet 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 The Walker Brothers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
the Soft Cell,
The Techniques,
Scan 7,
Von Mondo,
Au Pairs,
MC5,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Theoretical Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jacob Miller,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rekid,
Pagans,
Mark Hollis,
The J.B.'s,
Icehouse,
Blake Baxter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Maleditus Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
B.T. Express,
Eric Dolphy,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Buckinghams,
MDC,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Byrd,
Jandek,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joe Smooth,
Vainqueur,
Curtis Mayfield,
R.M.O.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Urselle,
Pharoah Sanders,
Radiohead,
The Barracudas,
Agent Orange,
The Monochrome Set,
The Moleskins,
D'Angelo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Swans,
The Zeros,
Erykah Badu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nico,
Negative Approach,
The Divine Comedy,
Index,
Bad Manners,
AZ,
Flipper,
Rotary Connection,
Ice-T,
Shoche,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cowsills,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.