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 Argentina and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pet Shop Boys to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mars,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jesper Dahlback,
Popol Vuh,
Steve Hackett,
Marine Girls,
Yazoo,
Whodini,
The Fall,
R.M.O.,
The Walker Brothers,
The Music Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
The Leaves,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scratch Acid,
Bang On A Can,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Wake,
Nils Olav,
Black Bananas,
the Germs,
Matthew Halsall,
kango's stein massive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Frankie Knuckles,
Visage,
The Monochrome Set,
Trumans Water,
Nick Fraelich,
Gregory Isaacs,
Intrusion,
The Victims,
The Durutti Column,
Charles Mingus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Carl Craig,
Y Pants,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Japan,
Eddi Front,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bauhaus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Freddie Wadling,
Symarip,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Talk Talk,
Donny Hathaway,
Roger Hodgson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Connie Case,
Fluxion,
Sugar Minott,
OOIOO,
Flash Fearless,
Cybotron,
Skaos,
Lungfish,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.