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 Venezuela and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the jazz 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 grunge 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mark Hollis,
F. McDonald,
Theoretical Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Shadows of Knight,
Average White Band,
10cc,
The Beau Brummels,
The Vogues,
Groovy Waters,
Arcadia,
Faraquet,
Scientists,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tears for Fears,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sandy B,
Quando Quango,
Yazoo,
Alphaville,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blancmange,
Chris Corsano,
Public Enemy,
The Gories,
Eli Mardock,
Peter and Kerry,
Nick Fraelich,
Dave Gahan,
Motorama,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sex Pistols,
Khruangbin,
Jacob Miller,
Magma,
Shoche,
Brothers Johnson,
Sugar Minott,
New York Dolls,
The Mojo Men,
The Count Five,
Iggy Pop,
Young Marble Giants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Audionom,
Joe Finger,
The Sonics,
The Techniques,
kango's stein massive,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Residents,
Intrusion,
Thee Headcoats,
Tubeway Army,
Joy Division,
The Five Americans,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.