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 Australia and from Taipei.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 David Bowie to the punk 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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Saccharine Trust,
LL Cool J,
Barrington Levy,
Skriet,
Wasted Youth,
Ponytail,
Albert Ayler,
The Grass Roots,
E-Dancer,
the Human League,
Black Flag,
Echospace,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hashim,
David Bowie,
Mark Hollis,
The Cramps,
the Association,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Absolute Body Control,
The Invisible,
Sight & Sound,
Fluxion,
Agent Orange,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Victims,
Black Moon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Swell Maps,
In Retrospect,
Marc Almond,
The Blackbyrds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crooked Eye,
Brick,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Groovy Waters,
kango's stein massive,
Amon Düül,
The Durutti Column,
Magma,
New Order,
Chrome,
Franke,
Eric Copeland,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Niagra,
Siglo XX,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Modern Lovers,
Banda Bassotti,
Al Stewart,
F. McDonald,
Brand Nubian,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.