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 Bremen.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Slits to the rap 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Shoche,
Pantytec,
Joy Division,
Soft Cell,
The Litter,
the Fania All-Stars,
X-101,
The Skatalites,
Yazoo,
Bauhaus,
Camberwell Now,
Scientists,
Mr. Review,
The Fire Engines,
China Crisis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camouflage,
Lower 48,
Warren Ellis,
Buzzcocks,
Brothers Johnson,
Depeche Mode,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Starr,
Accadde A,
Michelle Simonal,
Monolake,
Thompson Twins,
Scratch Acid,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Sheep,
Animal Collective,
Black Flag,
Charles Mingus,
Moss Icon,
One Last Wish,
Sarah Menescal,
Colin Newman,
Marine Girls,
The Offenders,
48th St. Collective,
B.T. Express,
The Seeds,
Quantec,
Joe Finger,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tears for Fears,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
In Retrospect,
Crooked Eye,
Minutemen,
Yellowson,
Symarip,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Iggy Pop,
Dark Day,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.